from 7:25am - 8:25am
(warning - inside jokes ahead and scatological references - this was an e-mail to mom to make her happy at work hahaha
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So I’m laying in bed with baby Fitzgereld (Aidan, 2.5 month) and he’s fitzin and fussin so I decide get up and feed him because he seems hungry. Baby Chaos (Owen - 2 years) is running around doing whatever…
I put Fitz in the swing and start heating up the last of Wed. milk… about 3.5 oz
While it heats I sit at the computer in the dinning room and Owen is playing. He tells me that he made baby Aidan happy. I tell him what a good brother he is.
Fitz is starting to boil over so I get the bottle and we sit on the couch… he drinks about half the bottle… doesn’t want anymore…has a nice burp… all is happy there…
While Fitz is drinking, the OTHER ONE is pooping under the table. I’m in no hurry to deal with him because I’m tired of him not telling me that he has to poop or even that he just did poop.
I decide to change Aidan out of his sleep sack and get him a new diaper. He pees on the changing table. A lot. Mostly while I’m not looking.
While getting him done NUMBER ONE SON comes over and says “daddy I’ve got poop on my hand” and shows me his left hand, all covered in poop. I ask “how the heck did you get poop on your hand?!?” “I put it down my pants…” “why did you do that?” “I wanted to clean the poop off my butt.”
I grab Aidan, who has been all happy and good this whole time, and put him in the crib, which causes him to immediately start screaming as if I had ripped one of his limbs off.
I grab Poopy Hand and head for the bathroom
I strip him down and lift him into the tub. his ass is covered with shit. I have the warm water running and I’m splashing his ass with the water but it’s not doing much. Owen is starting to get upset, saying “daddy I don’t like this” - - I find the 2 qt container and beginning dumping the water on his ass and he’s crying his eyes out and fighting me to get out - I check the water and it’s not hot, maybe a little cold but not bad. Aidan is screaming bloody murder and Lilly is barking. After a few more dumps of the water Owen starts to calm down a little. I think he realized it’s not that horrible. I get most of the poop off. I get him dried off and in a diaper while Aidan continues to freak… I pick Aidan up and he’s fine - he stops crying. I put him in the swing and turn it on and he falls asleep in like 5 seconds.
I have Owen’s shit diaper in the sink - have some trouble finding a bag for it - finally find some - go to throw it outside - the bucket thing isn’t there.
I scratch my nose and I smell shit on my hand - I wash hands and use a wipe on my face - go to throw it out and there’s no garbage can…
I get owen dressed and make him breakfast.
the end.