Living with a toddler (Part 1)

I have been gathering information for this post for a couple of weeks now and it is going to probably take me a couple of sit downs to tell it all but, here goes.

As I think about it I have not been around a toddler for a very long time. I have given hints here and there about Ean and his personality but never have I gone into the day in and day out excitement that goes into living with a toddler. I don't know if the stories I am going to tell are specific to my son or if other kids do this too maybe Lisa can clue me in if her "Moore" boy is anywhere similar to his cousin.

The first thing that comes to mind is "big boy" poop. If you are the squeamish type you may just want to scroll pass. Since Ean is not potty trained yet we get the up close and personal on everything that passes through his body. Since Ean eats everything we eat you can imagine it is not pretty. Lately it has been worse. Every morning we have learned to expect the worst. He is in his room until we get him up and usually he has already had his morning poop. Oh by the way unlike grown ups this kid had SEVERAL a day. So, back to the "morning" one, it is not uncommon to walk into his room in the morning and be blown over by the awful smell when you open the door. In fact sometimes (75% of the time) you can see what is causing that smell seeping through his pajamas. Those are the days Jim is heaving his guts out and I am rolling my eyes. Jim has a notorious weak stomach; rotten milk, throw up; cat throw up, Jim throw up; dirty cat box, throw up, and I am pretty strong in that area especially when I need to be and do not have the sympathy for him that I should have. So like I said 75% of the time that is how we start our day. The second worst is when it is one step away from seeping out and it all the way up the back AND front of the diaper. Now in this case Jim is still dry heaving but not quite to the point of throwing up. Side note- Anytime the poop gets on the "boy parts" Jim dry heaves, he can't stand that is gets on there, according to him "it just isn't right". Anyway, every morning that poop is involved Ean is walked (not carried) out of his room into our bathroom, and his pajamas are carefully stripped off and his diaper is dropped and he is taken straight to the shower. We have even learned to turn the shower on prior to going into his room. The pajamas go right into the dirty clothes, soiled or not, because of the smell and the diaper is taken OUT to the trash outside. That is usually it for our poop duties and day care gets to deal with the rest of the days movements.

STORY- Last week we got lucky (so we thought) and Ean didn't have poop when he got up, so feeling very fortunate we got him dressed and fed and ready to go to "work". After he was fed I picked him up to put his shoes on and he stunk so I changed him ( it wasn't much) and figured I would good to go to get him to daycare. This also happened to be the day that Dawn had her baby so I was kind of rushing and was taking Ben to daycare for the first time so I could go to the hospital and get some first born pictures. About half way there Ean starting squirming and was acting uncomfortable so I reached back and loosened his straps on his car seat thinking that was the problem he seemed to be ok after that so I figured that was it. When we got to daycare again Kind of rushing I got Ean out and was carrying him in when I felt something wet on my hand, instinctively I smelled my hand, wrong move, Ean had pooped and it leaked through his clothes. KRAP!! ( haha literally) Of course I didn't have a change of clothes for him so I took him straight in and onto the changing table. I went and got Ben and came back and during that time I realized it had gotten on me too. SOOOOOO.... I had to go to K-mart (the nearest store that sells clothes) and buy him AND me more clothes. Then I had to go back and dropped off the new clothes to Ean, which freaked him out. I ended up being an hour and a half later than I wanted to be, getting to the hospital.