The Great Diaper Battle

Started one evening about a week ago.  Cole decided that he was going to take on Mike and I in an all out struggle to put a diaper on.  We chased him around.  We held him down.  He kicked and screamed and head butted us.  We finally succeeded in getting that diaper on.  

Fast forward to yesterday.  I was by my self.  I am recovering from a week of pure hell (that's a whole other story) and I have little to no patience left at this point. 

I let Cole run around after a diaper change "free balling" as some would call it.  This lasted about 10 minutes.  I gave Cole a heads up (like Cole's Dr. suggested that way he is not caught off guard) that in a few minutes we were going to put the diaper back on.  He went about his business.  So 5 minutes later I grab Cole and tell him it is time to put the diaper on and he flips out and proceeded to head butt me in the nose.  He's kicking, screaming, trying to bite me hands and of course lands another head butt for good measure.  At this point I am checking to see if blood is coming out of my nose while I have him in the bean bag chair.  

I inform him that this is not ok, the diaper is going on and then he is going to be taking a BIG timeout.  I finally get the diaper on and I then put a onesie on him.  My thinking is that I have won.  The diaper is on, the onesie is keeping the diaper in place, and now he is in the crib napping!  I gloat to my self and finally try to relax.  

2 hours later (not long enough) Cole is hooting from his room.  I give him about 20 more minutes and then I go check on him.  He is standing up in the crib holding his crotch.  I say "Are you poopy?" and reach down to feel the diaper and what do you know.  I get a hand full of balls.  No diaper there, yet the onesie is still snapped closed.  Hmmmm He beat me again......

So today, Cole is watching Monsters Inc and I am on the phone wishing my parents well on their trip to South America.  I take a peek on Cole and he is standing by the coffee table with his pants down around his ankles trying to pull them off over his shoes.  I say "Cole, please pull up your pants".  He listens to mom and starts to pull up his pants, but in doing so his arms also pulled up his shirt and what do you know.....there mr. winky staring at me!  So of course Cole has now figured out that I know he does not have a diaper on so he runs, as fast as one can with pants down around their ankles, to get the diaper before I can.  

So I have decided on another route to take with mr. diaper-taker-offer:

How does that saying go????  Oh yeah - If it can't be ducked, it's .........

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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?

Monsters Inc

This is the first movie / tv show to hold Cole's interest for more than 2 minutes.  He watched it last night and really seemed to enjoy it.  He would "ohhh" and "woah" at all the loud noises with the surround sound.  He was running around dancing and laughing at the movie.  So I thought since Mike was outside this morning working, I would put on the movie again since he seemed to like it so much.  The TDX sound filled the house with moo's from every direction.  Cole got wide eyed and smiled and went and sat on the couch, excited for what was about to come.  For those of you who haven't seen the movie, it starts out with a training session to practice making a fake kid scream when the monster roars.  I had left the room and was watching from the bedroom when the monster did his VERY SCARY roar.  Cole jumped off the couch started screaming and ran towards me.  He jumped up and held on tight.  

I had a very hard time not peeing my pants from laughing so hard!

Compare and Contrast

Profiles of Cole and his new sibling.

(until the 3d ultrasound confirms that it is a girl I refuse to call the baby a she, girl, her, or by the girl name we have picked out.)

Yogurt Update

The yogurt has been found!

It was in a bathroom drawer.

Changes

There have been a lot of new happenings going on around our house lately.  Cole has learned some new things and also has adopted a new attitude that he shares with his parents.

Cole learned to open the front door and also close it on his way out to the front yard.  Thank goodness we live on acreage and he can't get to a road quickly!

It is also virtually impossible to get a diaper on him.  He flips out and screams on the changing table or takes it off him self as displayed above and runs around.  I can't blame the child for wanting some freedom from the diaper but I am not prepared to clean up poop and pee all over my house.

He is having major separation anxiety from mom right now.  We have to practically bribe him to take a bath with Mike in the room and not me.  Last night I got home from work at 9:30pm and he must have smelled me or something because he was awake within 10 minutes and would not go back to bed.  He would sleep on me on the couch but the minute I took him to him room he would wake up and cry.  I would tell him it is time for bed and he would shake his head at me.  I can't pee in peace.  He stands at the door or gate bawling his eyes out.  I have to hid in the office with the door closed so I can eat a meal with out being treated like a jungle gym.

I know it doesn't last forever and he will get big so quickly (he has already) and that I should cherish every waking moment with him but sometimes I just would like to close the door and pee in peace.....

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......

21 weeks - 18 weeks to go!

Cravings: mint chip ice cream and dr. pepper still top the list of my wants at the moment.

I feel great.  A little bit bloated and gassy after a soda....  getting larger in my mind, not too much to others.  I did have to go up a size in my scrubs so I know I am starting to show that pregnant belly.

So last week we found out it is a girl.  I still can't call the baby a "she" yet.  I think I am gonna have to wait until the 3d ultrasound to really have it drilled into my head that it is a girl.

The baby this week is 10 1/2 inches 

and weighs 3/4 of a pound.

I would have put a carrot on my belly but it was impossible to find a carrot that was not a cartoon, shaped like male genitalia, or Carrot Top.

this photo was taken in the afternoon. the belly looks quite a bit bigger after a few meals.

It's Cold

When the temp gauge in the house says this and it is already 11am:

and you are too cheep to pay for this:

then it is time for this:

I love wood stoves.  It is an hour later and it is 70 degrees!

Like our child proof cage?

And the next Fredy is.....

So the ultra sound went very well today.  Measurements were taken, my bladder was forcefully pushed while I did my best not to pee my pants.  Cole and Mike hung out in the waiting room until it was time for them to come in and find out what we were having.  

Well remind me next time to not bring a toddler who is mommy obsessed at the moment into the ultra sound room where his beloved is lying down with some lady doing something to her belly that he doesn't quite understand and yet he is told he can't be with mommy right now.  

Holy crap did he scream.  He screamed the entire 10 minutes when she searched around and called in the other tech for confirmation of what she thought the baby was.  In typical fashion this baby is also in the breech position so that is why she was having a difficult time determining the sex.  

While we were waiting to hear boy or girl, Cole chucked his raisin box at me and got even more angry.  So they announce the sex.  I smile and look at Mike and he is looking back with a confused look on his face because he heard none of what was just said!

I look at him and say.......

IT'S A GIRL!

So all of you that guessed girl on the poll were right!  Uncle Randy has had his first loss in baby predicting, the chinese lunar calendar is once again wrong, and so are my dreams.  Needless to say, we are still in shock......we both seriously thought is was going to be a boy.