poop.

I can’t think of a better word to describe my night. It’s been one of those nights where I stop and think, “Really? This is what my life is about now? I work 42 hours a week and come home to clean up poop?”

To start with, Matt is on call.  As in, went to the hospital at 5 this morning and will hopefully get off by noon tomorrow. Yeah, those doctors, they’ve got it easy, right? Well, that leaves me here to take care of the kiddo by myself. No big deal on a normal night. This was not a normal night.

I had just put Zane in his bath and was changing into my ‘comfy clothes’. That’s when it began. The ill-timed bathtub bowel movement. Ugh. It has happened once before, but Matt was here to help. I grab Z up out of the tub and set him on the toilet. Nothin. I get him down and start scooping the ‘foreign objects’ out with a cup and dumping (no pun intended) them into the toilet.

Guess who wasn’t finished? Far from it. I look over and he’s pooping in the bathroom floor and trying to climb into the cabinet all at the same time. My little multi-tasker.  Back to the toilet and he successfully makes his first deposit in the ole porcelain bank. I “clean” him up, start cleaning up the tub/floor/toilet, look over and he’s now pooped on the bath mat AND in the shower. Lovely.

His next pooping destination appears to be my closet. I intervene and slam the closet door shut…….ON MY POOR LITTLE POOPY HEAD’S FINGER!

Oh.My.Word. Obviously he’s screaming his head off, I’m overwhelmed with guilt, and scoop him up to console him. And now I have poop on my shirt. Lovely. I feel so glamorous. Can this night get any worse? Never ask that question because you won’t like the answer, right?

I find the splattered dog diarrhea in the hallway floor as we’re headed to Zane’s room to put on his pjs.

Poop, poop, and more poop. Have I mentioned how glamorous I feel?

In hind sight, I shouldn’t have let his little naked butt run around the bathroom. Should I have let him stay in the tub til he finished? Took him out and put a diaper on him? I don’t know…..I’m just trying to figure these things out as I go.

I even stopped in the chaos and took a picture of the poop in the floor with my phone and texted it to Matt and our moms. Didn’t want anyone to feel left out. I decided not to post it here. Consider this your lucky day. Maybe I’ll threaten him with it one day when he’s 16 and wants to bring an ole stinky, silly girl to my house.

Instead, here are some pictures of my sweet little boy before church. He’s holding a stick. Always. He loves to be outside and to play with sticks.

showers.

 

Here are some pics from Lindsey’s bridal shower in Conway last, ahem, month.  And a couples shower from….two months ago? Better late than never, right?

I used to have a Garfield comic strip on my fridge that said, “I’ll procrastinate tomorrow.” Couldn’t think of a better way to describe myself.

I’m not sure I have an explanation for this picture. Maturity at its finest.

Candid shot of Lindsey opening gifts with Brita & Nicole. She seriously had an assembly line going to open gifts. Let’s just say she got a gift or two thousand.

Lindsey had a little bit of competition for attention.

Family shot at the couples shower. Matt was out of town, Tyler had already left, and Zane was with my mom & dad.

Sisters! (in-law)

Hard at work opening gifts

Hard to believe that the wedding is next month! Can’t wait to post pics of the beautiful bride, the cutest little ring bearer, and I’m sure there will be one stressed-out bridesmaid. What are the odds Zane will walk all the way down the aisle, ring his little bell, and not throw a fit? Fingers crossed…..

Easter

 My Easter post is a “little behind”.

Why is there some unspoken weather rule that it MUST be cold and rainy every year on Easter day? Sunday morning was beautiful! I made the mistake of saying so out loud to Matt. So after church, of course it cooled down and began to sprinkle.

Luckily, the rain was short lived and we were even able to have our Easter egg hunt outside. Yes, I’m thirty. Yes, I still hunt Easter eggs. Last year I was out of my game and only found five eggs. This year, however, I found 22 eggs! Woot woot! Oh, yeah….and Zane found ten eggs with the help of his DeeDee.  I have no pictures of us hunting eggs because I was zoned in on the task at hand. 

 

Zane had fun blowing bubbles with DeeDee. He even put some of the soap in his mouth and blew his own bubbles.

His new ‘trick’ was hilarious. He would put half of a plastic egg in his mouth and it would cover his nose. Then he would bite down on it and it would pop out of his mouth, shooting across the room! Silly boy.

And once again, I must add the “bunny” pics that I’m sure he’ll kill me for when he’s a teenager. But they are so stinkin cute. Thanks Aunt Lindsey for the new little lamb!

 There’s gotta be a few more eggs around here somewhere….

Trouble

 

If this face doesn’t say “trouble”, I don’t know what does.  Looks like he’s beginning to take after his namesake….

Fifteen months

 Hey, Zane!

Me? 

Yes, you with the dirty collar. Will you sit here so that I can take your 15 month pictures…..11 days late?

Here, Mom?

Yep. Right there.

Well, I guess…but, there’s a lot of other things I could be doing, ya know.

Like what, little boy?

First of all, this blanket is soooo soft. I need to rub my face on it for a minute. Can you still see me?

And sitting is not my style. I’d much rather be standing.

See those toys over there? I need to go play with them.

 And my shoe is coming off. Can we fix that?

Ok, Mom. Your thirty seconds is up. See ya later!

And so goes “Raising Zane”. He’s a handful. And that’s an understatement. I love 15 months.

He sleeps all night, most nights. And I’m talking 10 to 12 hours! PRAISE THE LORD! He takes a ~2hr nap in the morning and may or may not take an afternoon nap.

His new word is “hot”. He whispers it and you can’t really hear the “t”.  The impressive part is that he understands the concept of hot. He says it when we light candles, turn on the stove, take a drink of coffee, etc.

He likes to “smell” flowers and candles. Instead of breathing in, he blows out. He scrunches up his nose, pokes out his lips, and points to whatever he wants to smell.

He cries whenever I, DeeDee, or Nana Beth walk out of the room.

He loves to wave and smile at EVERYONE! And he won’t stop until he gets a response.

He really likes wearing hats. He tries to put them on himself, then fusses until we put it on him.

He sticks out his tongue when asked where his tongue is and pretends to blow his nose when asked where his nose is. He also takes his paci out when his dad says, “Zane, take that paci out of your mouth!”

He says “Lola” as soon as we pull into DeeDee & Skeet’s driveway.

He leans down and gives the dogs hugs. Sometimes he’ll give us hugs when we ask for them.

He would live outside. Hot, cold, rain, or shine. 

If he has to be inside the house, he’d prefer to be in the bathtub. He helps take his shirt off and hikes his leg up on the side of the tub, trying to get in. He sticks his head under the running water, puts his face in the water, lays on his belly and looks like he’s doing the breaststroke (puts one ear in the water then the other.) Laughs when I lay him on his back to rinse his hair. But he’d rather I just dump a big ole cup of water on his head. That’s Hi.Larious. to him.

He loves to go in and out of the shower. Over and over again. Once he’s inside, with the door closed, he waves at us until we acknowledge him.

He loves chocolate. :)  The other night I told him, “No, we can’t have Cadbury Mini Eggs right now. It’s bedtime.” I took the bag and put it back on the counter. As I carried him to his room, he literally stuck his hand IN MY MOUTH to make sure I didn’t get one!  What a toot head. Kinda made me feel guilty for eating some after he went to bed….

We love you, Zane Tumnus Bear.

Wye Mountain

i scream, you scream, we all scream for…

 ICE CREAM!

Today was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. The three of us went to Wye Mountain to see the daffodils. (Pics to come) Then we ate on the back deck at Casa Manana. Zane was perfect. Not a single fit. And Lady Luck, she was on his side.

 Just as we got out of the truck, we heard, “Ding, ding, ding!” The ice cream truck! Why not? He was already pretty dirty, but I wanted to at least spare the white shirt. So off it came! He enjoyed his push pop. I think he enjoyed being dirty even more.  And he was a pretty big fan of the neighbors’ new dog, Abby.