So Mason split his chin open a couple of months ago, on the side of the bathtub while my husband was giving him a bath , it healed up and we got over it. Last week , we went to the park and somehow Mason managed to split his chin BACK open , and open another spot right next to the original gaping wound... GROSS. It had slowed bleeding by late afternoon so I didn't take him to a clinic , in fear of them to tell me to just put a bandaid on it and call it a day. This morning I had a dr appointment for pre natal stuff, and lucky me, I get to take my kids with me. This was an experience in its own today...and I was ready to leave Mason on the side of the road with a FREE sign taped to his forehead. Starts off fine, but the second I need to get up on that table and leave Madison on the floor crawling around and him having to wait , all hell broke loose. I don't even know what the tantrum was about but suddenly Mason is screaming and crying , under the chair in the doctor's office, yelling at his sister. He then starts hitting her, over and over to the point where I had to pick her up and hold her, while on the table getting an exam done [thankfully just the doppler , and nothing more...intimate ] He starts his ear piercing scream that he now does, when he doesn't get his own way and my doctor just looks at me , wide eyed. So I said " welcome, to my morning." this continued, she sped up the exam so I could get down, I go to get him out from under the chair and his chin is bleeding. It reopened with his fit of sorts. so I had them look at it... I should have had it stitched...a week ago. Now it's too late, and if I want it fixed properly I'll have to take him to a plastic surgeon. Sorry kid- you can live with a scar under your chin for the rest of your life. Lots of people have them, and we'll make a cool story up for it... we won't tell people that you got it by climbing to the third rock on the rock wall, and losing your balance. [ this after climbing to the top of the rock wall several times minutes prior to the life altering accident]
I told the doctor I've been getting some killer headaches lately, and they last all day - after the outburst of Mason's....she laughed a bit, and said " I can probably tell you where they're coming from" ..... yeah...it was a good morning.
When we left the office, I had to basically drag him to the elevator by his arm while he kicked and screamed, since he wouldn't stand up and just wanted to scream and cry into the floor. I apologized to everyone riding in the elevator, before getting on, for the noise level they were about to experience. They all laughed a bit...until the door closed. I'm sure they thought I was an evil mother, since I just let my son throw himself onto the floor of the elevator, and bang his head as he crumpled to the ground. The door opened, and he wouldn't even stand up...so I hauled him out by his arm and let him continue his rant on the floor until , like magic, it was over and we were walking out to the car. He then asked if he could get a new toy, go to the park, play with his friends.......etc,etc,etc. As though nothing had happened. Let me think about that one...uhm... NO.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Hello again...
It's been a while since I've posted anything on here, as you may have noticed. I've been having to post on another blog on a more regular basis and this one sort of gets pushed to the back burner. So we're back...and I'll give a little update so far.
Mason is now potty trained, and no longer the poop picasso he once was [thankfully!!!] He's "bigger, bigger" as he puts it, because he is almost 3- he tries convincing everyone that because he is bigger-bigger, that he can do SOOO many things that in reality...he cannot. For example, ride his bike on the bmx track at our park with the bigger-bigger boys... Right. Maybe next year ;) Madison will be one soon, and she is trying to walk so she's all over the place. You can't put her down for one second and think she'll stay in the same spot- she's like a caged animal waiting to get out and the second she's on the floor, she's off to the races. She did a front flip into the blow up pool a few weeks ago and got the scare of a lifetime ...and went right back to do it again as soon as she caught her breath.
With potty training, comes stalling at bed time. Bedtime for Mason has gotten increasingly later each day of the week...it's always SOMETHING he needs suddenly, and for the most part he'll announce he needs to pee pee and poop poop - which he never does because he goes just BEFORE going to bed. Tonight he got upt to tell me that his bum had happy feet, just like the movie. It makes me a better person knowing that, I'm sure.
Mason is now potty trained, and no longer the poop picasso he once was [thankfully!!!] He's "bigger, bigger" as he puts it, because he is almost 3- he tries convincing everyone that because he is bigger-bigger, that he can do SOOO many things that in reality...he cannot. For example, ride his bike on the bmx track at our park with the bigger-bigger boys... Right. Maybe next year ;) Madison will be one soon, and she is trying to walk so she's all over the place. You can't put her down for one second and think she'll stay in the same spot- she's like a caged animal waiting to get out and the second she's on the floor, she's off to the races. She did a front flip into the blow up pool a few weeks ago and got the scare of a lifetime ...and went right back to do it again as soon as she caught her breath.
With potty training, comes stalling at bed time. Bedtime for Mason has gotten increasingly later each day of the week...it's always SOMETHING he needs suddenly, and for the most part he'll announce he needs to pee pee and poop poop - which he never does because he goes just BEFORE going to bed. Tonight he got upt to tell me that his bum had happy feet, just like the movie. It makes me a better person knowing that, I'm sure.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Holy Hannah.
Ok, I'm not going to elaborate, but here is a bit of what happened yesterday- in this order:
7:20am- daycare kid was dropped off, in a horrid mood -HORRID.
10:00am- twins about to start daycare came for the day
11:00am- a Grande Starbucks coffee was dumped all over my hardwood floor by Mason
12:00pm- everyone went down for a nap
1:00pm- horrid mood boy woke up...COVERED in spots- head to toe...and miserable.
1:20pm- Mason called down to me...
1:25pm- went into Mason's room, discovered his diaper had been removed [again] poop was all over HIM from head to toe, and all over the carpet, and pee on his blanket, and he emptied out his drawers and decided to get everything dirty as well
2:30pm- daycare boy went home to go to dr.
2:45pm- dog chewed a toy or two [kids toys]
3:00pm- twins went home
3:30pm- spots boy's parents phoned to tell me he had the chicken pox but was going for a second opinion
and somewhere between 3 and 5pm, Mason had dumped out every toy bin in the playroom, found markers in a high up cupboard [that he got to by climbing up on a chair to the counter] , dumped a bag of mini eggs all over the floor [from ANOTHER high up cupboard] and managed to dirty two loads of laundry that I had just finished WASHING AND DRYING that I was in the middle of folding.
7:00pm- spots went from being chicken pox to roseolla....wonder if it's going to change?
is it vacation time yet?
7:20am- daycare kid was dropped off, in a horrid mood -HORRID.
10:00am- twins about to start daycare came for the day
11:00am- a Grande Starbucks coffee was dumped all over my hardwood floor by Mason
12:00pm- everyone went down for a nap
1:00pm- horrid mood boy woke up...COVERED in spots- head to toe...and miserable.
1:20pm- Mason called down to me...
1:25pm- went into Mason's room, discovered his diaper had been removed [again] poop was all over HIM from head to toe, and all over the carpet, and pee on his blanket, and he emptied out his drawers and decided to get everything dirty as well
2:30pm- daycare boy went home to go to dr.
2:45pm- dog chewed a toy or two [kids toys]
3:00pm- twins went home
3:30pm- spots boy's parents phoned to tell me he had the chicken pox but was going for a second opinion
and somewhere between 3 and 5pm, Mason had dumped out every toy bin in the playroom, found markers in a high up cupboard [that he got to by climbing up on a chair to the counter] , dumped a bag of mini eggs all over the floor [from ANOTHER high up cupboard] and managed to dirty two loads of laundry that I had just finished WASHING AND DRYING that I was in the middle of folding.
7:00pm- spots went from being chicken pox to roseolla....wonder if it's going to change?
is it vacation time yet?
Thursday, February 5, 2009
another snowy day in Ontario
This was Madison's very first time out in the tobboggan...and she loved every minute of it!!
yes...he can open the fridge
As you can see from the clip, Mason has figured out how to open the fridge and take out whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. He managed to get this yogurt [that hadn't been opened yet] out of the fridge, open it, and make that disaster of a mess all in the time it took me to change two diapers upstairs and come back down. Man was he proud of himself!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
"Pardon me, do you have any grey POOPon?
Potty training..... YEESH.
I am potty training two boys right now, one is my son and the other is one of my daycare kids...this has got to be one of the messiest tasks there is!!! Daycare boy...lets call him Billy, Billy seems to miss the toilet EVERYTIME. His parents are insisting he learns to pee standing up, yes ok, very manly..but come on, he's 3.5- does he really need to stand yet? He walks away from the toilet before he's even done going, and goes " pee come out there! look!!" ...yes Billy...pee DOES come out of there, and it SHOULD be in the toilet, not on my floor, the wall, the base of the sink, and your feet. My son on the other hand, isn't so keen on the idea yet, so we're trying it slowly. Some days he seems ready, and initiates on his own and other days he wants nothing to do with it and just cries. Last week he was doing so well, and I put him down for his nap in a diaper, he calls down to me [he didn't know how to open knobs at this point...that's now a distant memory] going
- mummy!!! EWWWWW!!!! MAAAAAAAM! yuck! mummy....MUMMYYYYY
So I muster up my courage and prepare for the worst....and the worst I got. I walk up the stairs and as I approach the top, it smells like a sewage dump...I still haven't opened the door at this point, I just close my eyes and curse under my breath unsure of what I'm about to find. I open the door, and there he is standing at the door, naked from the waist down holding his hands high above his head going
- ewwwwwwww. Mummy....yuck! ewwwwww.
He decided to listen to me this day and take everything I said, litterally. He REMOVED his diaper , so he wasn't going pee pee or poo poo in it...and instead went on the floor, and decided to do a little artwork on the white carpet...hand prints everywhere...poopy handprints. YUCK.
it gets better folks... I scrubbed everything out of the carpet , EVERYTHING, I was amazed- he was bathed and all was good in the world again. I couldn't help but notice though, I still smelled poop in his room.... must be lingering , I thought. A day goes by...still smell it...another day....I STILL smell it, so here I am sniffing around like a narcotics K9 in my 2.5yr olds room- found nothing [I'd make a lousy drug sniffer] next day, I find our dog [go figure] hiding in the corner under the window, going at something like mad, as if he had hit the jackpot of dog treats. He did...he found a slipper with poop hiding inside!!!! I got rid of it FAST, that night I'm in there with little Mason reading a story, he spots the matching slipper, looks at me points and goes
- ewwwww...yuck mummy!!! ick!
So I ask...
- what's so yucky? did you hide poop in your slipper?
all dewy eyed and cute
-yep
I have to ask...
- why did you do that honey?
huge smile on his face, nose in the air but proud
-yuck...yep mummy...yucky... you [he means 'me']
So this is how I understood that:
- I listened to you mummy, I didn't poop in my diaper I pooped on the floor, I knew that was bad so I tried hiding the evidence in my slipper and hoped you wouldn't find it... I love you mummy.
oooooh potty training...can't wait until the next mishap!!!
I am potty training two boys right now, one is my son and the other is one of my daycare kids...this has got to be one of the messiest tasks there is!!! Daycare boy...lets call him Billy, Billy seems to miss the toilet EVERYTIME. His parents are insisting he learns to pee standing up, yes ok, very manly..but come on, he's 3.5- does he really need to stand yet? He walks away from the toilet before he's even done going, and goes " pee come out there! look!!" ...yes Billy...pee DOES come out of there, and it SHOULD be in the toilet, not on my floor, the wall, the base of the sink, and your feet. My son on the other hand, isn't so keen on the idea yet, so we're trying it slowly. Some days he seems ready, and initiates on his own and other days he wants nothing to do with it and just cries. Last week he was doing so well, and I put him down for his nap in a diaper, he calls down to me [he didn't know how to open knobs at this point...that's now a distant memory] going
- mummy!!! EWWWWW!!!! MAAAAAAAM! yuck! mummy....MUMMYYYYY
So I muster up my courage and prepare for the worst....and the worst I got. I walk up the stairs and as I approach the top, it smells like a sewage dump...I still haven't opened the door at this point, I just close my eyes and curse under my breath unsure of what I'm about to find. I open the door, and there he is standing at the door, naked from the waist down holding his hands high above his head going
- ewwwwwwww. Mummy....yuck! ewwwwww.
He decided to listen to me this day and take everything I said, litterally. He REMOVED his diaper , so he wasn't going pee pee or poo poo in it...and instead went on the floor, and decided to do a little artwork on the white carpet...hand prints everywhere...poopy handprints. YUCK.
it gets better folks... I scrubbed everything out of the carpet , EVERYTHING, I was amazed- he was bathed and all was good in the world again. I couldn't help but notice though, I still smelled poop in his room.... must be lingering , I thought. A day goes by...still smell it...another day....I STILL smell it, so here I am sniffing around like a narcotics K9 in my 2.5yr olds room- found nothing [I'd make a lousy drug sniffer] next day, I find our dog [go figure] hiding in the corner under the window, going at something like mad, as if he had hit the jackpot of dog treats. He did...he found a slipper with poop hiding inside!!!! I got rid of it FAST, that night I'm in there with little Mason reading a story, he spots the matching slipper, looks at me points and goes
- ewwwww...yuck mummy!!! ick!
So I ask...
- what's so yucky? did you hide poop in your slipper?
all dewy eyed and cute
-yep
I have to ask...
- why did you do that honey?
huge smile on his face, nose in the air but proud
-yuck...yep mummy...yucky... you [he means 'me']
So this is how I understood that:
- I listened to you mummy, I didn't poop in my diaper I pooped on the floor, I knew that was bad so I tried hiding the evidence in my slipper and hoped you wouldn't find it... I love you mummy.
oooooh potty training...can't wait until the next mishap!!!
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