December 3, 2004
I have some gross kid stories to tell. If you are not interested in gross kid stuff, please leave now. And don't come back! We don't need your kind around here!
So, this morning I was rudely awakened by 1) a Horrible Stench, and 2) Stazi pounding on my head. These two things were probably related. Stazi is not fond of having wet and/or dirty diapers and will let us know at the first sign that things have gone south down south, if you follow my meaning. So I sighed and got up and carried her on my hip to the office, where I checked my work email -- while still standing, of course -- real quick-like just to make sure I wasn't about to miss any deadlines. (This is a morning ritual for me.)
In the midst of reading one of those pesky red-exclamation emails, I felt something gooey hit my foot. Yes, friends, Stazi's "Fuzzi Bunz" diaper finally gave up the ghost. There is nothing, I repeat nothing, like waking up and having the baby poop on your bare feet first thing in the morning.
So I started for the stairs to go change her, as this was clearly a matter of some urgency, when Zeke stumbled out of his room. Uncharacteristically, he did not announce, "Mommy! I woke up!" and it also looked like he was a little teary-eyed. This mystery was soon solved when I looked at the front of his footed sleeper, which was liberally festooned with upchuck.
I will spare you further cleanup details. Suffice it to say that sometimes when you're a mommy, you gotta look out for both ends. And, Zeke is doing just fine, after having one more episode this morning. He kept down his lunch with no problems. And Stazi's cute little bum is pink and clean as can be. See, sometimes in life there really are happy endings.
(Get it? Endings? Get it? ha?)
Posted by Jan at December 3, 2004 3:01 PM