If you're easily nauseated, do NOT continue reading. I blog on this topic not to be disgusting, but so I can put it all into perspective at the end of this very hard week, and laugh. Sometimes you either laugh or you cry.
Taylor has been what I'd consider successfully potty trained for 2 weeks now. This week she finally pooed in the potty. Not exactly blog material, I know, but I have to say it was pretty flippin funny. She had a look of utter shock and terror on her face when it happened, stood up and screamed, "That's my poo poos?????!!!" "Yes, Tay. That's your poo poo." (Taylor, looking completely traumatized, starts crying.) Freud had a theory. He believed people really don't like to poop because it's like losing a part of your body. Apparently Taylor is on the same page as Freud.
Last week was a little hard with Corinne. Since I didn't breastfeed Tay, I didn't really know all the nursing rules that you're supposed to live by if you don't want your child to go nuts on you. So on Sunday and Monday I ate cheese, lots of cheese, drank chocolate milk by the gallon, half a loaf of jalapeno cheese bread, and spaghetti with a ton of garlic. Apparently Corinne's digestive system wasn't equipped to deal with what I consider a tasty diet. From Monday to Wednesday she screamed bloody murder. She had me in tears and had Wes pulling his hair out. I thought there could be something seriously wrong with her so I took her to the pediatrician on Thursday with tears in my eyes. I lay my sweet baby down on the table and pour my heart out to my disgruntled pediatrician who has probably heard this sad song a million times. I tell him how awful she's been, that there MUST be something wrong with her. At which point he looks at my kid, who smiles and coos at him, and I could swear I saw her wink. She made me out to be a big liar. So he explained to me the ins and outs of my new diet that will no longer involve garlic. Thanks doc. He'll be retiring in Jamaica with the money I've spent on copays the last two years.
Mommy, working hard to ease our financial burdens by cutting down on diapers.
Her first on camera smile at 7 weeks.
Corinne with Ma, Wes' Grandma, on one of our playdates at their house. How lucky are we?
Logan, Tay, and one of Grandma's goats at our playdate. I think the goat's smiling for the camera too.
Gardening in Pa's garden.
4 comments:
Congrats on having Tay potty trained. Katie is so ready to be PT. But after what I went through with Mason I am soooo dreading it. I keep putting it off. I'm afraid I'll miss my window of opportunity though so soon, very soon.
Katie was also a pretty cranky baby. I remember thinking maybe it had to do with my diet, so I cut of chocolate and spicy stuff. But she continued to be cranky and I decided it wasn't worth BOTH of us being cranky so I went back to having my chocolate and yummy food :). Turns out Katie didn't really become a happy child till after she turned one. What's up with that?
I love seeing all the pictures and reading your blog! I am glad things are going reasonably well considering the bits of "insanity" for lack of nicer term :)
I love how moms just causually talk about poop and vomit and snot ect. like it is no big thing anymore. And lets face it, when that is all you deal with everyday, it really is no big deal anymore.
Poor Corrine! Poor Nikki!! It really is no fun to have a fussy child. Evan was really colicy. We finally found this super expensive formula, and then it was magic. He turned into a happy kid.
Congrats on Tay's potty successes! That's great that's she done so well with it for being so young!
If garlic is all you had to remove from your diet so far, consider yourself lucky! After 6 months, I am still living without dairy, caffeine, chocolate, garlic, onions, and spicy foods! But at least it's saving a fortune on food bills (for me) and formula costs. lol
Landon hopes to see Tay again soon!
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