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.

Not quite sure who taught her this

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.

Eagle Eyes

Why is it that kids have the best vision and they are constantly trying to go after the smallest little things they can find??? Siena is always finding specks of what ever, then scratching at them like she is a chicken and once she gets ahold of it, trying to eat it.

Death by poop

We lost 2 lego men the other day. They were murrdered with poop. I am happy to say that though, because it means that Cole didn't eat them first and poop them out. He was upset that he was rudely awaken from his snooze in the car and put into his room for a nap. He pitched a huge fit when I put him in his room. When I went to wake him up 3 hours later, I opened the door to find not Cole on the mattress but a poopy diaper. I frantically searched the room and I found him buck naked in Siena's crib. I woke him up and took him straight to the bath tub. I first wiped his bum and when I did there was no poop (sorry for the visual but it's important). So if he little butt was squeaky clean then what exactly went down with the poop???? After washing him off I went back to him room to investigate. I soon discovered that he had used an insert to a shoe, a pair of underpants, and his sisters clothes to wipe his butt. Nice, real nice. So after that discovery I searched for all the "missing" poop. Luckily it was all close by. But the strangest thing was discovering little lego men in the poop. Since I didn't see what had happened I can only assume he pushed them in there before going to sleep. YUCK! I think that bothers me the most out of the entire situation. But at least he knows how to wipe his butt! Pretty good for a 20 month old!

Holy spit up batman!

Is this what they mean by "If it's more than a mouth full it's vomit not spit up"? Do you see the puddle forming on the tray? Now imagine the countless times I have had this load land in my bra. More than you can count on your two hands.

Reminiscing and random smells

I have been working in blurb all weekend on last years blog and photos. It is so hard for me to remember my little guy with his cute little curls. I am so happy I took an absurd amount of photos. I love each and every one.

Since the boys have been gone this whole weekend I have been working on various cleaning projects that I would other wise not have the time to do. This morning I worked on the kitchen and finally got it to where I can be happy with it. Well expect for the top of the fridge, that's Mike's job to clean it off. But anyways, there was this random smell that I have been searching for and I finally found it.

A while back we built in bench seating in our eat-in kitchen so we could have extra storage and extra seating. One side of the bench holds, the soy milk, chicken broth, and sodas. Recently Cole discovered the soy milk boxes. He figured out how to pull the protective foil like lining off and I would find him drinking the soy milk. Well I thought I had put all the open boxes in the fridge awhile back but apparently I had forgotten one. It had finally gone bad and because I had turned the boxes upside down in hopes that Cole would forget about them, it had leaked about and turned into a stinky, mushy pile of mold. Yuck!

But the smells gone now! At least it feels like a victory!

Cole's secret sauce

Ketchup + Ranch Dressing stirred with a fish stick and topped with macaroni and cheese.

mmmm Yummy!

BTW - All I did was ask him to smile. 

Nice, real nice.

Poop does not belong on:

HANDS

FEET

FLOOR

WALLS

CHAIRS

MOUTH

Cole "What's that" showing me his hands.

Me: "Ah crap" as I smell his hands.

It is poop.  It is everywhere.

Coxsackie Viruses

Otherwise known as hand, foot and mouth......

I did not feel right about the nurses diagnosis over the phone last night about Cole having hives.  Reason being that this morning he continued to get more of them.  Hives don't keep popping up like that.  We took him to the doctor tonight just to ease my mind in case it was just hives.

The doc was checking him out and when he got to Cole's throat it was confirmed.  Cole has a bunch of red lesions and bumps in the inside of his mouth and throat!  That would explain the appetite not being the best and Cole's constant need to eat ice cream and ranch dressing.  

So there is nothing to treat it with.  It is a virus that has to run its course.  The grossest part about it is how it is transferred.....saliva or poop!  Since Cole does not go to day care the most likely culprit is the shopping cart. DISGUSTING!!!!!!!!

So just what I want to deal with being that a baby is right around the corner.  Since I have been exposed the baby has my immunity to it which is great!  Hopefully it goes away soon.

A dog poo kind of morning

I have always felt that my dog was exceptional.  I still do.  She has not defecated in the house for 2 1/2 years.  The last time she did was because she was poisoning her self by beheading tulips and daffodils.  Apparently they are somewhat toxic to dogs.  She hasn't destroyed many items, she doesn't eat shoes, etc..  So after that poop spell things have been amazing......until this morning....at 5 am when I woke up.  Start the poop counting clock at 0.

Cole was screaming from his bedroom.  This is his newest way of alerting us he is awake.  I got up and made my way through the kitchen to grab him before he ran into a wall or the couch.  Just as I reach down to to pick him up I step on something squishy, something that was not there when I went to bed.  It did not squeek, it wasn't a stuffed animal, and it certainly was not a shoe.  I yell to Mike "Babe, I think I just stepped in dog poo"  Pretty sure I said poo and not s**t, although Mike maybe beg to differ with me.  

Still not quite awake so I don't think he was believing me, he got him self out of bed and turned on the kitchen light.  Sure enough it was dog poo and not just 1 or 2 logs but like 10 or 11 logs.  I have never seen so much poo from Onyx at one time!  Fortunately for us she knows about where not to puke - my new carpet (she pukes on average two times a week at about 5 am) so she followed suit and only pooped on the slate and wood floors.  She also can't poop in one pile, nope she poops in a line about 3-4 feet long.  So gross!  

My wonderful husband cleaned up every last bit of poo but I was still so grossed out that at 5:30 this morning while all of you were still sleeping I scrubbed my kitchen floor - on hands and knees with a hand held scrub brush.  Now my kitchen floor is clean, it is 6:30am, I am showered, and putting on make up.  Ready to start my day.  Cole better not poop on the floor.

A real advertisement on Myspace

I saw this and about spit my food out.

Do we get heroin or cocaine as the free sample?

Is anexoria a natural way to lose weight?

Somewhere in the house...

This guy hid half an open frozen yogort in a tube.

I guess I will find it when the rotten smell of milk appears......

Mining for gold

Something stinks

The ducks did it.

***Life is about laughing at yourself.  Since Cole is too young to do it, I am laughing for him.   Holy crap, my son took a dump in the tub....and yes that is poop on the edge of the tub.  Apparently when Mike came to get me, Cole decided to throw  a turd overboard.  

Just curious

Why is it that kids can vomit and go on their way with out alerting anyone to the mess and then give mom a big hug and rub it all over her shirt.....

That's an interesting way to eat

I let Cole walk around with food.  I know, you are probably wondering why in my right mind would I let a 14 month old walk around with food.  Most of the time he goes right over to his big green chair and sits in it and eats, unless of course Onyx is in the house, then he runs in circles holding his food in the air giggling as Onyx follows, like the shark that she is, closely behind hoping to get "whatever it is" that he has in his hands.  Today was an exception to his "usual doing".  Today he chose to smash his "This apple walks into a bar" (Trader Joe's version of a Nutragrain bar) onto the fireplace surround and then proceed to lick it off.  Why you might ask?  After being a mom of a little boy for a year now, the answer to that is - 

Boy's are gross - They eat anything and everything from toilet paper to dog food.  They will eat the food that they handed to the dog and then "took back" and ate it themselves. Their main goal during a bath (if it isn't to poop or pee in the tub) is to eat the Burt's Bees body wash just because it smells good.  I'm not one to hold my son back from exploring, but some of the things he chooses to eat / do are down right gross.  I fear for when he is a teenager.  I can only imagine what he will want to eat / do then.