Not about the house

We have actually been doing some projects around our house, but I'm so distracted by babies that I haven't blogged about those yet.  They will be coming though, I promise!  In the meantime, here is a blog about poop (you're welcome).

We started today with a trip to the kids' Doctor, shots for both of them, yay!  If you have never been in an exam room with a screaming 2 year old and a 2 month old, you should try it, it's awesome!  You think you feel bad letting them poke your baby, wait until your trusting two year old starts screaming "OWIE!!!" and looking at you like "OMG MOM! You just let these people HURT me!"  Also, awesome that Dietrich can say HURT.  "Hurt, owie, hurt!" as if that doesn't break a mother's heart. 

But we made it through that and ran some errands, after Costco I sighed and said "we made it" Dietrich copied me.  It's pretty hilarious to hear that come out of a two year, I'm sure the mile long lines and crazy Friday traffic at Costco really stressed YOU out Toddler.

So we are home, and baby is sleeping away, good girl.  And I'm working on things in the kitchen when I look down at the baby's swing, what the heck happened?  Why is it full of poo?  She hasn't even been in it!  And it dawn's on me, Dietrich has been sitting there.  Oh yes, he exploded, in a most explosive sort of way.  So I quickly escort him to the bedroom for an entire outfit change and sponge bath.  After that I start packing things to the basement to put in the laundry, including his jeans, shirt, and the cover off the swing.  I come back upstairs to grab the diapers and I am greeted with "CUTE! CUTE!"  Dietrich has opened one of the birthday presents for tomorrow and is showing me the "Cute!" outfit inside.  Gee thanks!

Then I go back downstairs with the diapers and when I come back up I am greeted with a very happy "MORE!"  Yep, he got himself more cereal.  Well done boy, well done.