I've offered him choices (food,clothes) since he was born, and have been doing sign language with him since he was 3 months old and he is now totally getting it! Although he is funny because I'll ask him things in sign language like "eat" or "bottle" and instead of doing the sign back he just nods yes or no. I hold out two baby food jars and ask him to choose what he'd like and really studies them for a few seconds before touching the he one he wants. It's so funny.
He has a silly giggly personality that we see more and more of each day. He really likes to tease you and pretend he's being shy when really he wants to play games. He giggles at everything and he tries to tickle us when we are changing him.
He's so damn cute that I understand why parents find it impossible to discipline their own adorable children (who are not so adorable to us when they are throwing things in Target) maybe we should volunteer to discipline each other's children? That would be a nightmare......but sometimes I'd like to!!
OK...I know you have all been waiting for the scoop on the poop at graduation, so here it is...complete with documenting photos. It started as a lovely evening of celebration of the 5 years I have been spending my weekends and evenings writing papers and reading boring journal articles. I had to arrive early of course for practice and Mike, Mom and Erik would come later.
I guess things started bad at home with the clothes for Erik being too small, then there was getting lost on the way to school, as well as trying to figure out the handicapped parking in the parking garage which was crazy. After listening to my mother complain and nag him for two hours (and she doesn't read this so it's OK if I write it) Mike did not arrive super happy - and Mom was already in a complaining mood. Add a very chilly wind and a packed auditorium and you have irritated people. Please look through the photos for vivid detail on what happens after the graduation.
Bundled up (in May!) and waiting to go in and see Mommy graduate.


When I turned back around with the clean diaper shit was flying out of this boys ass at the speed of projectile vomit, it was EVERYWHERE. It came out so fast that all of us just stepped back. I think I heard Mike say "Whoa" . I know I heard one man behind me say "well she got the right degree".
There was nothing else to do but let it fly out of his butt (only to make a large poop puddle on the ground). Oh, did I mention Mom had also used all the wipes for the other diapers? Diana went running to the bathroom for paper towels and we did our best to clean things up. I wiped what I could with the blanket he was laying on (and that promptly went into the trash).
I told you Diana took pictures of EVERYTHING. See that blanket under him? It's folded over on itself because it's covered in poop, his clothes, covered, the stroller base covered. And all I can think is...I have to wear this again tomorrow.....don't get poop on the gown, don't get poop on the gown!"
Mom clean up the stroller footstool and there is that one precious diaper that's left
This was immediately after the poop....he's still screaming, and look, Mike now looks like Mom did in the other picture.
Mike has moved closer (I think he was scared of a repeat), when we got home he said it felt like a scene out of Willy Wonka, thankfully no little German boys wandered by to fall into the chocolate river.
The only extra clothes was a shorts outfit, thank god we had another blanket!!!! Look how pale he is...he pooped all his color out.
Walking back to the car this is how I felt!!



I will never forget the Poopy Graduation. Nothing like being a parent.
4 comments:
LMAO! I love the picture of you holding Erik, Mike looking perturbed--I know that look you have on your face, like what else can I do? This is all I can do! And I love the pic of you at the end. Great story--you will never forget it. Neither will Mike, or Erik!
Exactly, it was all I could do...just figure it out and move on. And you're right NONE of us will ever forget it. ;)
that is too funny!
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