Sunday. Ari woke up and announced that his “tummy hurts”. Good he could communicate why he was crabby, bad that his stomach hurt. Ari and I left church early due to said tummy hurting which turned out to be one of our better moves (although I think this story would be much more entertaining had we stayed). Upon arriving home I was in the kitchen doing who knows what then Ari came running in wining and again telling me his tuummmmmy huuurrt. I picked him up and seconds later received a lovely burst of puke all over my shoulder region. The puking continued with targets such as the table, the stool, the floor, my feet, a towel, etc; curdled milk everywhere. I changed our clothes and set Ari down on a chair in the kitchen while I cleaned. He must have been feeling better because he sang me the “vomit song” as I cleaned (Ari’s songs usually consist of two words such as “vomit song” “house song” k-so song” repeated over and over again to a tune of his choosing).
Monday. Thankfully I was gone working all day but I did manage to loose my cell phone.
Tuesday. Ari and I headed over to Magical Moon Toys to play with the huge train set they have out for all the kids that can’t even come close to affording one. Ari’s playing with the trains and I’m oooogling over this really cool Melissa and Doug wooden growth chart when all the sudden I smell my child from across the room. He runs over to show me a train and I’m overcome by the smell of poop, as is everyone else who happens to be on the second floor. I take Ari out to the car, lay him on the back seat, take off his diaper, pull the diaper wrong, poop falls out of the diaper, poop rolls down the back seat of the car, I have no wipes, I improvise, the car stinks.
We arrive home shortly after the poop in the car incident, I’m in the kitchen when Ari comes in yelling “poop, found poop, finger”. I look down to discover Ari had poop on his finger. I start in on a lecture about putting your hands in your diaper but upon closer inspection I see that his diaper is clean. I ask Ari to lead me to the poop. He grabs my hand and we take off for his bedroom. Sure enough it looks like there was some sort of poop murder in Ari’s room. Poop was splattered here, there and everywhere; K-So had obviously not been feeling well while we were away. I immediately start to clean it up as Ari sings the “poop song” from his bear chair. I’m crawling around cleaning when all the sudden I put my fist in a pile of poop that blended in perfectly with the dry clean only rug, I give K-So the look of death and she slinks out of the room. I know, why on earth do I have a dry clean only rug, I didn’t know that until today. To her credit I think it’s the first time K-So had pooped in the house. We’ve had plenty of vomit but this was the first poop incident, and yes, I forgot to let her out this morning before I left to run errands.
This week 4, Lindsey 0.
