Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Snowball Fight!!!

Cora and I just came in from playing outside.  The snow is perfect for packing, but not thick enough to form a big snowman.  Our play degenerated into missile filled attacks.  I need to take her outside more often.  Its nice to hurl items at your child and have them giggle in pleasure rather than scream in pain.  Not like I throw things at the children regularly, or in anger EVER.  It still was nice frustration relief. 

In the midst of a snowball battle, Cora goes "stop stop stop!"  Then walks up to me munching on her current projectile.  Then she says with a piously serious face "Once Daddy threw a snowball right in my face!"  

Awwww, I think.  Cora is explaining to me a scenario that she does not want repeated.  I kneel down to explain to her that Mommy aims for her butt and chest.  "Did he?"  I start.  "He probably didn't mean to do it on purp..."

My speech halted as I received a mouthful of fluffy white snow.  "Yeah!  Like this!"  She said, running off and scooping to refill her mittens. 

In snowball fights, I show no mercy, none.  Not even if you are four and half my height. 

Monday, January 25, 2010

Master of Elimination.

Some babies are born to sleep, some to scream, and some to eat.  Anya was born to poop.  Neither of my previous two children had quite the nack for filling their diaper, or rather for missing it.  In ten minutes I have changed four diapers and three outfits.  All three outfits covered in giant bright yellow poop stains.

This morning she crabbed a little sighed, smiled and then gave a grunty squirt.  She relaxed against me then, snuggling into my shoulder.  I felt something warm on my stomach.

Having once again defied the laws of human excrement toward mass relationship, I discovered poop leaking out of her diaper, down the leg of her outfit.  It stained my shirt, and completely soaked the front of my pants.  It coated the pillow cover on my lap.  I rushed her to the bathroom and stripped her and myself.  That is when I found two surprises.

First,  there was less than a one inch square section of the diaper covered in poop.   How that little poop went into the diaper, and that much ended up all over I will never know.

Second, my underwear was soaked with baby poop.

Changed and wrapped in a new outfit, Anya was happy and sleepy.

I still feel like taking a shower, only three is a bit excessive.  I do believe my daughter is a master eliminator.