Needless to say, I was shocked by the wee tsunami that overcame my bedroom. Will sleeps in his own bed, but last night he had a leaky diaper around 3:00ish, cried and Mark brought him into our room changed his diape and jammies and let him go back to sleep with us. (Insert comments about how we are bad parents because he sleeps in our bed at times here... but keep in mind that a smart parent does what it takes to get back to sleep as quickly as possible so as to not be kept up all night by alternating screams from a 4 month old and 2 and a half year old. And if you still think we're wrong, give Super Nanny my number and I'd be happy to have her fix me). So, I was pretty surprised that in the time between 3:00a and 8:00a our entire room was knee deep in Will potty. The boy is a drinker/vetter but that was a lot. So, I bring him downstairs (to avoid waking Jack who was up at 6:00a thanks to Mark's UNGODLY LOUD ALARM THAT MAY RESULT IN OUR DIVORCE IF HE DOESN'T TURN THE VOLUME DOWN) and unzip his jammies and lo and behold... the reason for his tidal wave of wee. Mark put his diaper on INSIDE OUT. Ok, so not completely inside out, but correct on his butt, twisted between his legs and inside out in front. In case you were wondering, the exterior of Pampers Baby Dry is not terribly absorbent. Where is ShamWow when you need it??? And for all of my friends who tell me how lucky I am because Mark gets up with the kids sometimes at night and helps out... I leave you with the thought of wee covered sheets, down comforters, dogs, puppas, Wills and mes and say... not that lucky.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Mommy, Me Vet
So, I wake up this morning to Will saying "Mommy, me wet," although he says it with an unexplainable German accent so really it was "Mommy, me vet." I am not German. I don't know anyone German, but for some reason Will speaks like he just left Berlin. So, I start to get up when I realize that the sheet he is laying on is also "vet." That sheet being the sheet on my bed, so lucky me... me "vet" too. The comforter is "vet", his puppa (which he used to pronounce pup-a and has recently become poop-a... not sure if that his part of his German alter ego Adolf or just another fun filled Willism) is "vet" and his pajamas are... you guessed it... vet. Not the best start to my morning. Especially after being out with the girls last night and not wanting to wake up at 8:00a anyway, let alone waking up at 8:00a covered in Will's wee wee. I am pretty sure just about everything that is touching or has ever touched my bed is currently vet. Sorry Bentley, you are vet, too.