since becoming a stay at home mom...
jer, harrison and i had a lovely saturday. one exception: the bambino developed yet another horrific diaper rash. saturday night was spent at target purchasing lotrimin, cortaid, maalox, and vaseline (my new cure-all diaper salve). we started baking-soda bathes again.
on sunday we drove to the airport to drop jer off so he could fly to boston for a two-week business trip. yes, you read correctly - TWO weeks. the moment he got out of the car i began praying to Jesus for the strength to make it through. and for patience. lots of patience. harrison and i had a lovely afternoon and evening together.
monday: (oh, yeah, that's TODAY?!) weather was gorgeous. happy and i went through starbuck's drive-thru to get mama a grande-half-caf-drip-with-extra-cream-and-one-splenda. yum. then we went for a long walk around one of the local duck ponds. fun. the day was filled with adventure...but, little did i know the excitement had not yet begun.
afternoon naptime: good, peaceful, all is well.
wake up from afternoon nap: good, peaceful, all is well. UNTIL mama notices a mysterious wetness running down harrison's leg. a quick search reveals what cannot and should not ever be described in a blog. "gross" will have to suffice. i immediately got harrison in the bathtub. no way baby wipes could tackle a job like that! one question: how could the boy SLEEP through such grossness??!!! and, worse, upon further investigation, i realized the grossness soaked through his pants and onto his crib sheet. no big deal, right? WRONG. apparently, my child laid his sweet little head in the grossness that had soaked onto the sheet, causing a rash to form on the left side of his face. how could he SLEEP IN such grossness??!!!
should i be happy that he is such a peaceful sleeper? should i be happy that he doesn't whine at the slightest wet/messy diaper? well, i suppose i am so very happy about both of those things. what makes me UNhappy is that my son sleeps in filth...which ends up giving him horrible diaper rashes (and makes a huge mess for me).
so i got the boy cleaned up. all the while, remembering my prayers for patience. don't think i wasn't throwing up some "oh, so You're going to choose RIGHT NOW to see if i was really serious about my prayer requests??!! are you kidding me??!!" kind of prayers. shouldn't have done that. God was chuckling at me.
so...dinner time rolls around. the short version: my clean little man suddenly projectile-vomited everywhere. and, of course, as soon as it's out of his mouth, he thinks it's fun to PLAY in it. sigh. welcome to motherhood. the real version.