Haven't been on here much because I tend to stay busy with Penny or enjoying my downtime. Some people may consider writing a fun downtime activity... I am not one of those people! :)
Today had an exciting adventure to share so I thought I would type this (one handed) while Penny sleeps on me (because sleeping in her crib during the day is a no go apparently...). I am pretty sure she is not feeling well. She woke up early this morning and woke up crying, both being very rare for her. She cheered up though and I went to the doctor while my neighbor watched the princess. No issues reported at pick up. Went home and we napped on my bed for about an hour. My head on top of my pillow; Penny's under a pillow (weirdo). She woke up in a good mood while I was talking to MY mommy on the phone. Giggled and laughed when I did speakerphone, all the time trying to grab the phone from my hand.
She ate lunch okay. I fed her before changing her since she didn't have much in there. She tore up the peanut butter spoon, played with the soggy carrots (can't blame her), and threw puffs on the floor to the dogs (only because they stick to her hand and she thinks it's funny). While she played, er, I mean ate, I decided I wanted a broccoli cheese baked potato. I put the potato in the microwave and broccoli in a bowl ready to heat up. Penny got real upset then, so I left my stuff and got her out of her chair to change her diaper that I watched her make all kinds of faces to make for me. The faster I moved, the closer to my delicious potato lunch! What? Penny likes it too!
Anyway, sparing the details, the diaper was gross but usual. Penny has a bad diaper rash (which flares up when her teeth are really bothering her... crazy, huh?) so I applied her cream (Boudreaux's Butt Paste y'all!) and then decided I would let her air out a bit on some old rags I have handy. Then I returned to my awesome potato making.
My mouth was watering because I had an early breakfast and I don't play when it comes to FOOD, son. The potato was nice and hot. I cut it open and inhaled the steam... Mmmmm... I like to butter my potato, then add the shredded cheese. It melts the cheese better and doesn't taste gross like that velveeta nastiness. Then I add my hot broccoli and a few dollops of sour cream (Yes, to all who know me, only a few dollops!). It was so pretty!! And smelled so good. Then there was a yell from the living room. My heart dropped. Not because something was wrong with Penny... It wasn't that kind of yell. My heart dropped because my potato was ready!
Penny was yelling from the living room. She wasn't crying, just yelling, which she tends to do. I just went in to see what was up and she seemed fine. Then I got around the chair and saw the full picture... Penny was sitting in a huge pile of diarrhea... with a little log sitting next to it. I jump into action and scoop up Penny and run her into the kitchen, because it has a hose that I could use to rinse off the poop remnants (that's what quick thinking is folks!). Of course, there were dishes in there. Because I decided to put it off until after my potato. But not just a few dishes... lots of dishes. A high chair tray, bib, little containers, bottles, spoons, forks, knives, etc. So I am dangling Penny, who is crying, but not too bad, and clean out the sink as much as I can so I could set her in there. As soon as I set her down in the sink, she starts really crying. I turn for a towel and see Moose slurping his man area like it had peanut butter on it and yell at him to stop. This sends Penny into hysterics. Big, juicy tears with hiccup cries! It was pitiful! So I am trying to comfort her and rinse off poop at the same time, but she is clawing and struggling to just get to me. I grab a dishtowel and wrap her up and we go to her changing table/ When I place her down, she is uncontrollable crying. Nothing calming her. I tried soothing voice, stroking her head... No results. Best thing to do was to bare through it and get her diapered and clothed. I pick her up and soothe her. Then I think about my potato, and how I will have to share it with Penny now since she won't let me set her down.
On my walk to the kitchen, I walked into the living room and smell what was left behind by my sweet princess.No potato smell at all. Pure baby poop smell. And then I look down at the poop. And almost threw up. Coco, my shyest, least likely to steal food dog, is eating the diarrhea. The little log was gone. I yelled, "Coco, no!" and Coco just looked at me like I was crazy and FINISHED LICKING THE DIARRHEA!!! I chased her out, Penny has begun her hysterics again and the other dogs are scrambling to get out of my way as I trip on each of them.
After settling my angel down, AGAIN, I was able to put her down to watch Mickey Mouse while I ran laundry water and cleaned out the sink. Then I remembered. My potato. That beautiful potato. Sitting on the counter. I turned to look at it and sighed. It was cold and plastic looking now. No more steam. My heart sank.
I ate it anyway. I had to share it, too. Worst 15 minutes of mommyhood SO FAR.
You're welcome.
Living a new life as a new mommy to Penelope (aka Penny) is going to be crazy. In order to keep my sanity and have something to look back on later when Penny is grown, I decided to blog randomly about how we are doing it!
