An unexpected question

Today, as I was driving the boys back from school, Owen asked me how the earth was made. Lately, he's been asking a lot of questions like this, such as "where does corn bread come from?" or "where do flowers come from?". I have to admit, this one threw me for a second. I paused and started to tell him that there are a couple of theories that exist. Luckily, before I had to explain in detail, he continued to tell me that that the earth goes in circles around the sun and at the same time he started to make circles with his fingers in the air. Then he explained that earth moves around the sun and makes morning and night. A second later, as we were pulling into our neighborhood, he happily switched topics to start telling me about what house and neighborhood he thinks his friend lives in. I just shook my head and marveled. Just weeks (okay days) ago we were immersed in poop talk. Now, we are on evolution? God, help me.

Some days are just crappy

Let me just start off by saying that some days are crappier than others and we experiened this truth over the last two days.

After daycare yesterday, I lifted Tucker out of his seat and placed him on my hip and started to go about unloading the car when I noticed that he was not only damp in his shorts, but that an unbelievable amount of poo was oozing out of his short legs and spread all over his legs and clothes. Instantly, I realized I was also covered in poop. I've encountered my share of blowouts but this was far beyond any of my past experiences. I had poo all over my sweater and pants and arms. I rushed Owen inside and made our way to the diaper changing area. It got worse. Tucker started to roll over, cry, touch the poop with his hands, grab the wall and the changer, kick his dirty diaper and spread the gunk everywhere. It took me over twenty minutes to get him and the changing table clean. I left the pile of soiled linens in the bathroom and headed straight for the shower and tried to put the incident out of my head until Kris arrived home. Lucky for me, he was sweet and took care of cleaning the car for me.

After this chaotic diaper change, we had a nice evening, but both boys had a very rough night. Tucker ended up having a choking/coughing attack in the middle of the night that required a steam shower and Owen woke up crying terrible from what must have been night tremors. It took us awhile to soothe both kids back to sleep, not to mention, Tucker still doesn't sleep through the night and I was extra tired after a late night of work.

In the morning, despite the rough night and tired feeling, we felt like we had a nice handle on things. I started the laundry to take care of the soiled linens from yesterday's incident. I started one load for my clothes and decided to soak Tucker's clothes with the hope that we might be able to salvage them. I went on to enjoy a nice, hot breakfast made by Kris and Owen actually told us he had to go poo-poo. Kris rushed him to the potty, and I sat there feeling pretty good about everything watching Tucker play.

As soon as Owen got in to the potty, he said he didn't have to go. This was suspect, but they returned to the table. Kris decided to prompt Owen by pulling out marshmellows to entice Owen to try again (we're bribing). It worked and they headed to the bathroom again. A few minutes later, I walked down the hall, towards them and noticed that the laundry room was flooding. After another second, I realized the faucet was still on and the sink was overflowing. What a mess! The water was under the laundry machines and already making its way into the hall and towards the garage. As if water overflowing isn't already a big problem, it was made so much worse by the fact that the water was poopy! I had been soaking the soiled linens so it was essentially "dirty water" flooding our house. As soon as Kris realized what was happening, he walked across the hall to help me throw towels down to soak up the water and sure enough, Owen took this to mean he could stop trying. We weren't paying close enough attention, and a few minutes went by before Kris checked on Owen. To our dismay, Owen had pooped on the living room floor. Really! We just shook our heads.

It wasn't quite 8AM and we had poopy water flooding throughout the house, a naked 3 year old with poo on him and all over the floor, and a crying baby in seek of some attention, no doubt picking up on the stress of the moment. All I can really say is that it was an utterly crappy moment.

Actually for as insane and difficult as the situation was, we were both grateful we didn't have any pressing needs at work and managed to laugh and make a couple of jokes while we cleaned up.