November 30, 2006
On Sunday, Steven invited Ron over to watch a football game and so as to give them a chance to watch in peace, other Amy and I took all the kids to Toys R Us. It is quite a challenge to keep up with Ysa in public...she runs, she shrieks, she is insulted if you try to corrall her at all. Anyway, there were these styrofoam swords there that Steven and I had previously had fun with at the store but didn't buy them, so I decided to get them because I figure the family that fences together, stays together. Steven was very pleased with my purchase and already we've had tons of quality family time trying to run each other through. The funniest thing is that the other night, Garnet tried to stab me in the groin and said she was going to cut my giny off and eat it. That was a little disturbing especially since she said it so gleefully. Gee, I hope we aren't turning the kids into sociopaths...
The other game Garnet likes to play is the horse game. In this game, we are all parts of the whole horse. Usually Garnet will say that I get to be the head, she is the booty, Ysa is the lungs or liver, depending on her mood, and Steven gets to be the pee-nus, I guess cause he's the only boy in the room. Steven has not always been happy about being always relagated to penis status until Garnet decided that she was the horse booty and Steven, Ysa, and I were the poop that she went around shating out. He decided being the penis wasn't so bad. As an aside, we don't usually have to act out our respective roles, just Garnet pretending to poop.
And speaking of poop, there are those times you bathe your children and they are all clean and sweet and you get them dressed in cute clothes and then they poop. You have to take off the cute clothes and change the diaper and it's a little annoying because then you don't feel they are quite so clean anymore. I'll tell you what is more annoying. This morning the girls and I got out of a fabulous tub where we bathed luxuriously in Lush Flying Fox bath gel and Garnet washed my hair with the extraordinary Godiva shampoo. We all smelled like jasmine, just lovely. However, Ysa escaped after drying off and before I could get a diaper on her, she pooped on the floor. But she didn't stay in one place so there was one big pile of poop, and then a few smaller piles of poop, and then footprints where she tracked the poop, and inexplicably, poop on a toy frying pan. I had to put the girls in Ysa's room and shut the door so I could clean up three rooms of poo. It kind of defeated the relaxation of the bath. But I doubt I will be irritated by changing a diaper right after a bath again. I will realize it could be much worse. Cleaning up a mess like that really drives home that you indeed are the parent and there is no one to call to rescue you, no one else to clean up the mess, and nothing you can do but clean it up, depite the fleeting thought of closing all the doors, dressing the girls and leaving for the day.
The other game Garnet likes to play is the horse game. In this game, we are all parts of the whole horse. Usually Garnet will say that I get to be the head, she is the booty, Ysa is the lungs or liver, depending on her mood, and Steven gets to be the pee-nus, I guess cause he's the only boy in the room. Steven has not always been happy about being always relagated to penis status until Garnet decided that she was the horse booty and Steven, Ysa, and I were the poop that she went around shating out. He decided being the penis wasn't so bad. As an aside, we don't usually have to act out our respective roles, just Garnet pretending to poop.
And speaking of poop, there are those times you bathe your children and they are all clean and sweet and you get them dressed in cute clothes and then they poop. You have to take off the cute clothes and change the diaper and it's a little annoying because then you don't feel they are quite so clean anymore. I'll tell you what is more annoying. This morning the girls and I got out of a fabulous tub where we bathed luxuriously in Lush Flying Fox bath gel and Garnet washed my hair with the extraordinary Godiva shampoo. We all smelled like jasmine, just lovely. However, Ysa escaped after drying off and before I could get a diaper on her, she pooped on the floor. But she didn't stay in one place so there was one big pile of poop, and then a few smaller piles of poop, and then footprints where she tracked the poop, and inexplicably, poop on a toy frying pan. I had to put the girls in Ysa's room and shut the door so I could clean up three rooms of poo. It kind of defeated the relaxation of the bath. But I doubt I will be irritated by changing a diaper right after a bath again. I will realize it could be much worse. Cleaning up a mess like that really drives home that you indeed are the parent and there is no one to call to rescue you, no one else to clean up the mess, and nothing you can do but clean it up, depite the fleeting thought of closing all the doors, dressing the girls and leaving for the day.
posted by Gazapo @ 6:58 AM
1 Comments:
At 1:42 PM,
Squeakyrock said…
Like you haven't put poop in a frying pan before... come on! admit it! it's vegan! or is it.. it is an animal byproduct. hmm. let me think about it.
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