Grosser than gross # 2
Its amazing to me that these three fairly gross things could happen to me in one day.
7:53 am. Babyblogger crawls into the kitchen and reaches for the dog food before I can stop him. I see him put a soggy old piece of kibble in his mouth so I run over and shove my finger into his mouth and in doing so almost bang his head against a kitchen cabinet. If I kept groping for it in his mouth his head would have tipped backover and hurt himself so I backed off and he ate the dog food.
5:25 Long story short: Preschoolblogger wanted to do what dad was doing, which was fixing a gutter on the roof, while I was changing babyblogger. I knew that fatherblogger didn’t want preschoolblogger’s help because it would only slow him down but I also knew that if preschoolblogger missed his window to help fatherblogger we’d never hear the end of it. Against better judgement, I finished wiping babyblogger and put him in his crib without a diaper so I could hustle preschoolblogger up on the roof. When I turned around from helping preschoolblogger up to daddy, I looked at babyblogger and said, “What’s on your face!!” AHHH! He pooped all in his crib.
7:36 pm. Preschoolblogger is watching Little Bear after dinner. He loves the show and is completely transfixed. He’s also potty training and likes to go without underwear and is fairly vigiliant about running to the bathroom when he has to go—except when it comes to Little Bear. Preschoolblogger was so focused on the episode when they imagine getting caught in the whale that suddenly I notice something casually roll off my couch. Like tralalalalala boom. And there is a perfectly tidy yet beyond belief poop on my rug.