Sun Dec 02 2007 22:45 Slew of birthdays:
As you guys know, Gunnar's birthday was two days ago. Gunnar's twin cousins, Lucy and Laney, were born just a day before him. Today is Caden's birthday (Lily is sad to miss Caden's b-day) and tomorrow is Alyson's birthday. My sister is turning 30!!! Happy birthday everybody.
So imagine yourself, with a newborn, and another little child who was dealing with an addition to the family the best she knew how, and you yourself being about a week postpartum (think stitches). My mother-in-law was visiting, thank heavens, because Aaron was neck deep in FINALS. In dental school. Second year. The. Worst. Year. Of. All. Dental. School. Why we thought it would be a good time to have another baby, I will never know.
I really think Lily loved the weeks that ensued after Gunnar was born, I really do. Yes, she acted out, but I think it was because she knew she could take control of me and the situation because I was so short fused, and because it was fun to see my reaction to everything. After a particularly challenging day of trying to keep Lily from scratching Gunnar's cheek or hugging him so tight he turned red, Lily refused to nap. What else was new? She was in her room playing and wreaking havoc, and every time I came in to tell her it was time to go to sleep, the room looked dirtier and dirtier. This was back when Lily had her two dressers in her room and on one of those dressers it had a hutch. On the hutch I had things like picture frames and Disney snow globes and such. Lily's favorite nap time past time was to first take all the clothes in her drawers out and throw them around the room. Then she would take the drawers out so she could climb on top of each one finally getting to the top of her dresser, and then proceed to trash and destroy everything that was in the hutch. I had HAD it. I didn't think it could get any worse. I probably went in there again and begged Lily to be good and to go to sleep. Of course she didn't and I just left her in there until there was something terribly wrong. There was silence. I opened the door and the offense had hit me right then and there, infiltrating my nostrils. What was that terrible smell? OH. MY. GOSH. I could not believe it. You have got to be kidding me, I thought. It figures she would do this to me. Lily had gotten naked and pooped on the carpet and then picked up her poop and smeared it all over herself and legs and then on the wall, and also on her little table and chairs, and Jake and Erin's futon pad (sorry guys, I cleaned it really good). "Sherry come quick," I called to my mother-in-law. She was horrified. She didn't even want to touch her. She quickly got some water running, and made Lily stand in the tub while she tried to get the chunks, yes chunks off. See, we had chili the night before. And if you didn't know that, then you would have known then and there because in a sea of brown there was red kidney bean skins everywhere. Oh, it was awful. I scrubbed and scrubbed, trying not to pop a stitch out, and trying to get the brown smudges out. The chili grease (red tomato stain) was dying the carpet and I finally got it pretty much off, but had to do some touch ups the next day because you could still see a little brownish on the carpet.
To make matters worse, the little newborn who slept all day decided to wake up right amidst the action. Sherry was hosing Lily down, and I was cleaning the carpet trying to get it all done so by the time Lily was washed, she wouldn't be able to go back in the room and paint with her poop as she so creatively did before. So there Gunnar was bawling in the swing, and Sherry and I were working hard to get rid of all traces of the poop. I wanted to curl up and die.
As you can imagine I took pictures, because I had to prove it to Aaron how bad my day was. I knew words were not enough. When he got home I told him to look at the pictures in the camera. That is how bad my day was and that I was going in my room for some alone time and not to get me until the wild animal was in bed.
Well, last night Lily didn't want to go to sleep...as usual. She pooped her pull-up and finally called to us that she was poopy. Aaron and I were watching Heroes and so I told her to come to me so I could change her. She had poop on her hands and it was spilling out her back. I thought that maybe she had just discovered it back there but she went further. When Aaron went in her room to get a new pair of jammies, he was not pleased. No wonder why the house smelled. She decided to paint the wall and her night light with it again. Gross girl! I don't know what her deal is, but occasionally she will do this. Like when she still slept in her crib she would always take her diaper off and jammies and sometimes there was poop in there and sometimes she would mash the poop into the port-a-crib meshing. Who knows, maybe she will stop in High School. ![[Comments]](/nb//themes/Default/comments.png "6 comments")
(6) Tue Dec 04 2007 15:55 Seems fitting:
After last night's fiasco and considering it happened almost exactly a year ago too, I thought it is a sign and I should "blog it". This post is not for the faint of heart, just to warn you.