No more gnocchi

Last night Siena ate half a bag of Gorgonzola gnocchi from Trader Joes.  I didn't think much of it because she was seriously shoving her face full of it and I was just so happy she was actually eating food.  Well, I paid for that this morning.  I woke up to Siena having a massive diarrhea blowout and about 10 gnocchi stuck in her hair in random spots all over her head which to me means she vomited them up and them laid in them.  I feel horrible.  I was letting her cry it out last night and I think maybe this might have been the reason why she didn't sleep well.  I'm just glad she didn't aspirate.  Scary!!!!

Cole response to the situation.  While I am on the phone with Mike (who is at work) explaining what I woke up too, "No mommy, that's not gnocchi, it's bullets"   His other response "Mommy come here, there are little gnocchi's sleeping in Siena's crib"

He then proceeds to describe to me in detail about what his poops looks like.

It wasn't even 8am.  This may be a LONG day.

Rainy days

I love wintery days....from inside the house. I don't like being cold, wet, or in very windy weather. But the thing I hate the most is what happens after the rain goes away. If you remember how I feel about snakes and lizards then you should know that these creatures are held at that same level.

Cole had something to share with me the other day. His "prizes" as he called them. Yes, them.

Here is is studying them, watching their every move.

Oh yuck! Worms!!! I can't stand worms. It all started in second grade when we had to discet an earthworm. I never got over it. It still haunts me to this day.

Why must this boy be so gross. Can't I expect Cole to understand my fear and grossed-out-ness and just leave them alone instead of letting them crawl all over his cute little hands.

I think he knew exactly what he was doing to his mom.