Addi and Sam got to play with some baby chickens last Sunday. Addi was a natural, as she is with any kind of bug, worm, or ant. Sam however, does not have the same caring charactersitcs as his sister. Once he stopped to observe a worm on the sidewalk. He examined it closely, poked it, and then said, "Hm..." and quickly stood up and stomped it with his cute yellow rainboot. It was as if to say, "Hm, Life, I will snuff it out" (as Jeremy so perfectly noted).
Well, back to the chicken story. Addi was sweetly picking up the chicks and allowing them to snuggle on her legs, as Sam stayed at a safe distance away from the little yellow devils. One of them got brave and waddled over to stand on his shoe. As soon as Sam realized it he came running over to me and held out his tainted shoe, crying for me to take it off. I of course told him "No we aren't taking off our shoes," and then a moment later took them off. As soon as I did, he picked up the shoe that the chick had stood on and chucked at the baby chick! How mean spirited and halarious! It must be that he is turning 2 on Saturday and is feeling all sorts of male shinanigans rising up with in him.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
No Diapers and Baby Chickens
Well I decided that I am going to update this bad boy a lot more often. Because I am over thinking that I am going to one day write all these things down about our life and our kids and have them in a neat and tidy book on the shelf. That will never happen. So I am going to make an effort to record these things here, for anyone who is interested in hearing anything from funny kid stories to what is happening in the mind of Me.
As of late, I have been forgetting to bring diapers with me for Sam. I fully know he is not potty trained, however I have forgot diapers on many important occasions...such as, on the airplane on our trip hom from Alaska. One diaper (the one he was wearing) for 12 hours or traveling? hmmmmm............... Fortunatly we had no major mess. He actually went in the potty for the 4 hours he wasn't wearing a diaper, and then I finally scored a princess pullup to last until we got home. No such luck at the zoo however.
We went to the Indianapolis Zoo with Addi's preschool for a year end trip, and soon after arriving there, one by one I began to think of things I did not bring: camera, lunches, diapers. Fantastic. Oh yeah, and jacket for me, since it was dumping rain. (Luckily our disorganization came though for once, and I was able to score a fleece of Jeremy's buried in the back of the car.)
As we went along in the rain, Sams diaper began to sag more and more as I wondered how long I could actually leave it on him. He tried to potty once, to no avail, and somehow when I pulled his diaper back on him I didn't pull it up high enough in the front, so his little wee wee was actually sticking out of the top of his diaper. I only found that out after he peed all over me and himself. As we ate our lunches (I scored us a hot dog from the zoo cafe) in our car with the rain pouring down outside, Sam announced several times, "Mama, doo." Which can mean anything from please or thankyou, to shoe or juice, or poop and pee. But this time he was telling me he had to poop. So, I made him try to poop in a plastic bag. Ha! Thank goodness he couldn't do it. I don't know what I would have done with a stinky bag of poo in the pouring down rain. How would I explain it to the other Mommies? I'd have to say at that moment I was quit glad that I am not a stay at home mom in Carmel. I think I might be kicked out. Well anyway, I got up the nerve to ask another Mom for a diaper, and fortunatly the rest of the zoo trip got rained out, and we went home early, and Sam pooped happily in his diaper on the way home. The End, for now
As of late, I have been forgetting to bring diapers with me for Sam. I fully know he is not potty trained, however I have forgot diapers on many important occasions...such as, on the airplane on our trip hom from Alaska. One diaper (the one he was wearing) for 12 hours or traveling? hmmmmm............... Fortunatly we had no major mess. He actually went in the potty for the 4 hours he wasn't wearing a diaper, and then I finally scored a princess pullup to last until we got home. No such luck at the zoo however.
We went to the Indianapolis Zoo with Addi's preschool for a year end trip, and soon after arriving there, one by one I began to think of things I did not bring: camera, lunches, diapers. Fantastic. Oh yeah, and jacket for me, since it was dumping rain. (Luckily our disorganization came though for once, and I was able to score a fleece of Jeremy's buried in the back of the car.)
As we went along in the rain, Sams diaper began to sag more and more as I wondered how long I could actually leave it on him. He tried to potty once, to no avail, and somehow when I pulled his diaper back on him I didn't pull it up high enough in the front, so his little wee wee was actually sticking out of the top of his diaper. I only found that out after he peed all over me and himself. As we ate our lunches (I scored us a hot dog from the zoo cafe) in our car with the rain pouring down outside, Sam announced several times, "Mama, doo." Which can mean anything from please or thankyou, to shoe or juice, or poop and pee. But this time he was telling me he had to poop. So, I made him try to poop in a plastic bag. Ha! Thank goodness he couldn't do it. I don't know what I would have done with a stinky bag of poo in the pouring down rain. How would I explain it to the other Mommies? I'd have to say at that moment I was quit glad that I am not a stay at home mom in Carmel. I think I might be kicked out. Well anyway, I got up the nerve to ask another Mom for a diaper, and fortunatly the rest of the zoo trip got rained out, and we went home early, and Sam pooped happily in his diaper on the way home. The End, for now
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