Friday, January 16, 2009

Early This Morning...

In between the flying wrapping paper and the now three year old with a party horn, Nyobi woke up. Her Dad went in to get her, as I was making coffee, milk with strawberry syrup and muffins. From her room I hear a grumpy "I take it the trash in here needs to go out!"

It was more of a complaint than a question, and rightly so. On top of the trash can sat THE diaper. Let me tell you about THE diaper.

At 3:30 AM I woke up to Nyobi chatting with her Doggy T. I went into her room she smiled and giggled at me. I groggily picked her out of the crib and hugged her. Her sleave was wet. She must have been up longer and chewing on it, I thought.

Then I noticed that the wet wasn't limited to her sleave. Her stomach area, front to the neck and to the knees was soaked. A pee diaper? I thought. I set her down on the matt to change her, and began to feel the sleeper. Even the toes on the booties were wet.

I stripped her to find poop and clammy skin up to her armpits, and out the back and legs of the diaper. This was a record holding diaper. It was unfoldable. It took half a dozen wipes, at least, to clean up the butt, and a couple extra to sponge clean her skin. Then I went through the crib. After I stripped it down to the mattress and put on a new sheet, we went and got a bottle. Even the blankets will need to be cleaned today.

After putting Nyobi back in her crib with a full stomach, I stumbled across the room and picked up the diaper. Afraid it would leak, squish or flop, I just set it on top of the trash can lid, figuring that I would deal with it in the morning. I fell into bed and didn't think of it until the word Trash drifted out of the room.

And I was actually gonna weigh it before I threw it out. It probably would end up in the guiness book of world records as the most filled diaper ever.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Not Quite Getting the Concept

I asked Cora what she wanted to do today. She said she wanted to eat the cake we just made. I explained to her that the cake was for tomorrow, for her birthday.

Excitedly, she begins to jump up and down. "We having cake! It my birthday! Come OOON Mom, We got to wrap presents. Lets wrap presents!"

"you want to wrap presents to unwrap on your own birthday?" I asked her.

"Yeah." She said, pulling my hand to get my butt off the couch. "I like presents!"

I don't think she quite gets the concept yet.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Pancakes

Cora decided the other day that she wanted to cook. Cooking is one of coras favorite activities. She will make her own muffins (she calls them cakes), and helps me make a whole slew of other simple foods. Yesterday she decided she wanted to make pancakes. She got out a bowl for mixing, a spoon for mixing and the "just add water" pancake mix. She filled the bowl with mix, added some water, and stirred.

At this point I walked into the kitchen from changing her sister.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I making cakes." She said. Digging in my cupboards. She emerged a little bit later with the biggest frying pan I have. "I make them big for you Mommy, cuz you are HUNGRY!" She placed the pan on the floor and poured in some pancake mix.

Then she stared at the pan for a bit with deep concentration. I wonder if that is what I look like when I cook in the morning. "You need slurp." She said, and took off for the pantry.

I smiled, and walked around to get a bottle for Nyobi. As I pulled the bottle out of the cupboard, I realized that slurp was Syrup. I managed to intercept the bottle still closed. pancake mess is one thing, but cleaning syrup up is a sticky situation.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Puffs and Patterns

Puffs are the small delicate little melt in your mouth cereal they make for babies. Both of my children love puffs. Currently we have the blueberry version open. I think the blueberry are made by Meijers. My husband says they taste like low sugar boo berry cereal. I did not know that boo berry had a taste other than sugar.

Nyobi can now feed herself puffs. Its tricky and, depending on where they end up stuck to her pudgy little grabbers, some of them don't quite make it into her mouth. She loves doing it too. It takes alot of concentration on her part. Then, when you lift her out of her swing at the end of a self-puffing session, the misses fall out in a cascade.

I brought home some patterns for doll clothes. Cora was enamored with them. First she tried to open the envelope, but I demanded it back. No problem. She took off down the hall way, and the doll to be clothed was naked at my feed in the matter of seconds.

I guess this will teach her patience.

Hopefully, it will teach me patience as well. Either that or teach me how to sew quickly.