Sunday, April 19, 2009

Dookie smells like booty

The first story of the week that comes to mind is not so much funny (at least it wasn't for me at the time) as it was NOT awesome. Patrick was a bit fussy, so I was holding him and trying to get him settled. James came out to tell me that he was poopy. I told him to go get a diaper and meet me in the bathroom. About 30 seconds later, I heard the toilet flush. "James! What are you doing?" I yelled as I rushed to the scene. "It's okay Mom. I'n jus fwushin' my poop." I could see that there was a serious cleanup needed, so I told James not to touch anything and quickly passed off the baby and got back in there. James had taken off his own diaper, at which point his turd fell to the floor and he stepped in it and then picked it up with his bare hand to put it in the toilet. Soooo not cool. On a related note, Mike was changing James the other day and James said, "I got a dookie. It smehws wike boody."

Sunday, April 5, 2009

2-year-old tricks

Well, James did a lot of not so funny things this week. I guess we were spending too much time at home during spring break and he decided to pull out some of his old 2-year-old tricks; his favorite being unrolling an entire roll of toilet paper into the toilet and then flushing. Lucky for me, our toilet takes so long to refill that I caught him every time before he could flush it a second time and overflow the toilet. There seemed to be a bathroom theme because he also smeared toothpaste all over the top of the toilet seat and the vanity and then tried to “clean it up” with a baby wipe. And, he did a little redecorating in my bathroom with my mascara. The funny part of all this was that every time he came and told me, “I did that.” What else . . . hmmm . . . oh, this one is pretty much just funny. I put James on time out after the mascara thing. I was pretty mad that he was into all my stuff. When I put him in his bed I could smell that he had slathered on a fair amount of my mango lotion. Then he sobbed, “I nee a ba ba.” I just said, “Uh, no.” Then he kind of coughed like he was trying to clear his throat a couple of times. “Did you eat lotion?” I asked. He just said, “Yes,” and then, “I nee a ba ba.” I said, “No,” again. He hasn’t eaten lotion again.