Let's pretend that this blog will make up for all the lost blogs and lost boys from the past few weeks that have gone astray. Let's pretend that tonight's blog will distract me from the wafting odor of Amos funk that is emanating from his backside. Let's pretend that there are roses in the room, or a good dose of Fabreeze.
I'm borrowing my sister's computer again. Yay for relatives! I skipped school today. I played hookie. Yeah, so what? You can't make me go to the hospital every day. Go ahead, make me. Nah nah nah nah nah.
Good things...
Amos is officially crawling. I mean CRAWLING. He crawled to me today, which I think melts every mother's soul. Thankfully, he is crawling away from me right now with his load of diaper stench. Yeah, I'll change him soon. Stop naggin' me! It's actually a little funny to watch him right now. He is squealing his pterodactyl squeal that means "I DID SOMETHING IN MY BRITCHES!!!" while pitifully crawling around the kitchen floor. Periodically, he is distracted by a thing to pull or smack or grasp. Verily I say unto you, this boy needed a day off as well.
The pterodactyl squeal has reached critical mass. I guess I must go.
Don't say I didn't try to bloggity blog for ya. Blame it on the extinct yells of a flying dinosaur with dirty drawers.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Let's pretend
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That man's a crawlin' and poopin' machine, I tells ya! Maybe being able to do both of those things at once was more than we should have been hoping for. Soon he'll be walking and pooping, and then we'll never have any peace.
Funny you should mention that. Michelle was telling me today about chasing Kristie around the house as she dribbled "things" from her drawers after she learned to walk. Bleah! BLEAH!
Yay for Amos!
It really gets fun now, Sarah!
And I mean that both sarcastically and literally.
Aww @ your growing up boy :-)
You are in for a lot of trouble! Once they get moving things change drastically and you spend the rest of your time trying to keep them from killing themselves.
My favorite thing in the world is if, when I smell the smell, I can go upstairs and take a nap leaving the diaper for my unsuspecting husband to change.
I'm glad you were able to get a 'day off'!!!
Crawling and pooping...what a grand thing!! Phil is right, though...at the walking and pooping stage there is no peace!!
Aw, congrats on your little crawler!
It is really funny when they learn how to walk, because it takes them just a little while to learn how to sit. So they plop. Except sometimes they squish. They stand there and their little face turns red. And you know what they're doing. But you have your hands full. And you know if you don't get there, real soon now, you're going to have an even messier issue to deal with. So, you're like, "Okay, just hang in there a minute. Daddy's coming. Don't sit! No, no, no!!" Squish. "You do that on purpose, don't you."
Hahahaha! You kids slay me.
Oh boy, mobility is such a double edged sword :)
Such a sweet time. Enjoy it as much as you can Sarah. Soon, the running will not be quite as fun ;)
Now that he is crawling you can send him over to Phil next time you smell something.
My hubby's best friend has a pterodactyl screech that he passed along to his children just for the fun of it. I imagine they could have come up with something like that all on their own if the poop was good enough. ;-) Enjoy your day off!
my niece is old enough to talk now and we were at a restaurant when she let out her scream.
Only being the Uncle I looked at her and asked what was wrong.
She gave me this look like I was the stupidest man on the planet and said (also in a screaming voice) POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP
That's when I went and got her mother :)
Yup - being a mother means you inevitably get the most poop. But there are consolations. Babies love moms best. Be sure to enjoy that while it lasts. Sometimes when they get mobile they forget that mom's their best girl.
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