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A Whole New Poopgate

June 30, 2009 By mocha beanie mummy Leave a Comment

Sometimes, when you’re sitting around and chatting, you say things which of course, you don’t mean literally. For example, “Slap my belly with a soggy cucumber and call me Terry McGee, I wish I had my own personal rain cloud so I could shower whenever I liked”.

So today, whilst sitting with Mrs. Nanny, Noah and feeding Isaac, Mrs. Nanny and I were talking about how well behaved Noah had been, and how his tantrums had been quite minimal, in comparison to the colossal earthquakes we’d been used to. I replied saying “Yeah, and I bet when you leave at 5:15, about 5 minutes later the shit will hit the fan”.

We laughed, we speculated, we joked some more. And at 5:15, Mrs. Nanny left, while I sat on the sofa nursing Isaac on old Lefty, with Noah cuddled next to me. Was so lovely.

5:20 Isaac finished feeding.

5:21 Isaac pulled a peculiar face and strained a little.

5:22 My right hip became very warm.

5:24 Still wondering whether what I thought had happened, had really happened.

5:26 Noah jumped up, signing for food and then suddenly pointed at the yellow trail of crap which was running between down the nursing pillow, across the top of my trousers and on to the sofa.

5:27 I pick up Isaac, still wondering what the fuck was going to be the best way to deal with the situation; he promptly barfs straight down my vest, into my bra, down himself, and over most of what we were wearing.

5:28 it on twitter. .

5:29 Noah signing frantically for food while also trying to drag the nursing pillow out of the room; the nursing pillow covered in Isaac’s fast moving, questionable smelling, very yellow crap.

5:30 Put Isaac in the changing table on his cot, somehow peeled off my vest and trousers, took the covers off the pillows, put Noah in his chair, heated up his tea (old fail-safe lamb and sweet potato with breadsticks), over heated it so he got impatient and was practically scream-signing for food (never seen a kid willingly smack his own face so hard).

5:32 Prided myself on getting reasonably sorted. And wondered whether I got some of the crap in my hair.* Noah started chowing on his food anyway (you know the boy actually says “nommm noommm nommmm” while he’s eating? Awesome).

5:33 Went back to Isaac, discovered he had barfed again, all over himself, the changing table and projectiled it into the cot. Changed nappy, changing mat, wiped him down fast as possible.

5:35 Called Mrs. Nanny and informed her of the good news, that apparently things CAN COME TRUE.

5:40 Cleaned up Isaac, put him on his front on the sofa surrounded by pillows (where he promptly barfed again). Grabbed the nursing pillow, went to the front door in my bra and pants, frantically waving at D (who at just pulled up on the drive) to get the fuck in the house as FAST AS POSSIBLE. Go upstairs to wash pillow in the bath.

5:50 Return downstairs to find Noah happily eating his tea, and D and Isaac sitting on the sofa deep in conversation like nothing ever happened.

It’s a good job I can take the shit with the cute, right?

*I still haven’t checked. I’m guessing no.

Filed Under: Code Brown, Isaac, Noah, pointless crap, Poopgate, The Nanny

Haven’t we seen this before?

June 26, 2009 By mocha beanie mummy Leave a Comment

I am lame. So very lame at blogging. I confess to fobbing you off with a frightening picture of the little boy on Sunday (who is still doing that frightening thing, and regularly freaking out his parents).

Big boy has chicken pox. Again. Somehow. Like, he had it a few weeks ago. And having just come back from the doctors, have been told he has it again. He was as confused as I. And having had a fever of 38.6 all day, and putting him to bed without any fuss at all (he was like a limp noodle, barely able to lift his arms up to be picked up), he keeps crying out in his sleep every so often. In pain, I can only assume. I know they get ill, of course I know that, but it still sucks to see my super soldier really miserable and barely able to move.

Isaac is still being annoyingly cute. And I say annoyingly because I’m a little wary that when he’s being a little nightmare, he’s only going to have to dish out his winning smile and I’ll turn to barfy mommy mush. He’s still doing that crazy lifting his head up shit which leaves me a shaking wreck in the corner of the room, wondering what the hell is to come next. Incidentally, next to come was propping himself up on his elbows and pushing himself forwards in his cot with his feet. Yes, at 7 weeks, effectively shuffling forwards. On his front. So after that, we really ARE wondering what’s next, especially if it looks like he’s to follow his brother’s footsteps.

7 week old show-down.

And the similarities don’t end there either.

At least we know they’re related.

And yeah, they are just as cute as each other.

Filed Under: Isaac, Noah, pictures

Silent Sunday

June 21, 2009 By mocha beanie mummy 1 Comment

Because pictures speak a thousand words.

Filed Under: pictures, pointless crap, Silent Sunday

Anyone seen my baby?

June 18, 2009 By mocha beanie mummy Leave a Comment

And I mean the bigger of the two, because he seems to have disappeared somewhere, and some twisted fucker has replaced him with a toddler who knows (and does) far too much already.

The baby gate has been moved from the stairs to the door on his room. Mainly because of this.

Yep, he’s fast asleep. On the floor. At the top of the stairs.

We figured this wasn’t very healthy, and also decided he probably shouldn’t have free unsupervised access to the plug socket in the wall, just above his head. Yeah.

What’s even funnier is that we’re now looking at a taller gate as he can almost propel (and I DO mean propel) himself over the gates at the moment. He gets about halfway then stops, perhaps because he realises he may smash his head on the floor at any time. Or, because he hasn’t figured out how to flip over the top of the gate. Yet.

His tantrums are still coming thick and fast; he’s like a volcano on the verge of repeat eruption, and there’s just no telling when it’s coming. My favourites would have to be the ones where he screams, kicks anything near him and tries to throw his favourite tricycle over the baby gate. So we’re thinking maybe he’s a teeny tiny bit frustrated?

And just to make things absolutely perfect, the Kiddo is popping 6 teeth. All at the same time. Yes, six. Four canine teeth, two molars. The inside of his mouth looks like he’s been chewing a wasp, and his eating is sometimes impossible. And sometimes fantastic.

Because in this family, we obviously don’t do things by halves.

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I’m a Big Kid Now…

June 10, 2009 By mocha beanie mummy Leave a Comment

Yes we did it. We took the side off the cot.

Because I’m too young to die repeatedly from a heart attack. So of course we put a “safety bar” on the side.

And what amazed us both, was after a little bit of to-ing and fro-ing, and then leaving him to it (with a baby gate at the top of the stairs), and one small whine where he dropped his paci’s down the stairs, around 7:45pm (usually when he finally falls asleep) we found this.

He had taken his favourite books off the shelf to read, and played with an empty Disney box. Then gone to sleep. Last night (Night #2) he went off without even fussing at the gate.

And now, he’s just gone down for his day nap. No fuss.

If there is a God? I thank you now. Because two days of Big Kiddo going to bed in a cot bed without fuss is worth A BILLION (well, maybe two or three) days worth of sleepless nights.

Damn I’m a proud mum.