I was lucky enough to go out with my girlfriends last night to celebrate one of our friends' birthday. We had a a fun dinner filled with lots of drinks, stories and many many laughs. I love that I have the kind of hubby that totally encourages me to take advantage of going out with the ladies...because after a morning like I had today it was great to think about the night before and be grateful that I got to recharge! So here it goes...
Braden came in for a visit in the middle of the night last night. I hadn't gotten into bed until one a.m. so his visit not so long after that wasn't what I was hoping for. In my sleepy fog I let him snuggle for a few minutes and then sent him on his way back to his bed. Back to sleep for me only to be awakened again by Mr. B-man. At this point I didn't care about our "kids don't sleep in our room" rule and told him to pull up a pillow and sleep on the floor. Done. Then Fenway apparently decided to join the party. Mind you, this dog is not allowed upstairs in our house but for the last few weeks he has completely stopped following that rule. In fact, this morning B told me that Fenway actually had gone into his room while he came into our room and was sleeping in his bed when he went in there. What!? Crazy Fenway. Anyways...long middle of the night story short, Braden got in bed with me when Pete got up for work. We slept nicely until suddenly he jumped out of bed and stood there staring at me. He had peed the bed. I was really, really hoping to stay in bed but unfortunately my little guy was soaked - as was our bed. Bummer. Out of bed I got, stripped the sheets off the bed and headed to the bathroom to help the little guy undress.
I put B in the shower. I hear Gracie girl start yelling, literally, yelling at the top of her lungs for me. Moooommmmmmaaaaa!!!! So I grab her. Figure she can get in the shower now too. The three of us take a shower, they play on the floor with their boats and cups and everyone is happy. I decided to get out first and let them keep playing. I'm not sure why when I leave it opens up the door for complete chaos to ensue but it does. Braden starts taking toys from Gracie, Gracie starts trying to bite him for doing it. Gracie starts to open up the door over and over again allowing the water to come out onto the floor. I didn't even have a chance to get myself dressed while all this was going on!
Finally Gracie had enough and she wanted out. I took her out and let her dry off. I don't know what possessed me to let her "air dry" a bit while I checked my email on my iPhone. I left her in the bathroom playing and "drying" while I sat on my bed (where Fenway was laying on the ground next to again - after being told to go downstairs - no one listens to me, not even the hound!) reading emails from my girlfriends about our night out. Pretty quickly Gracie appears next to me and I immediately smell something that reminds me an awful lot of her poop smell...
She had pooped. All over the bathroom floor. Apparently while she was standing because she must have landed on it when she sat down and then proceeded to crawl from the bathroom, through my closet, into my bedroom. Can you say, poop trail!? Uuugh! The amount of poop that was smeared on the bathroom floor was horrendous. It was one of those clean up situations where I was thinking, "is there any way I could not deal with this and someone else will?" The only help I got was from Fenway. He decided to eat a little poop chunk she had left behind on the carpet - absolutely disgusting. After that with the help of some paper towels, Target bags and lots and lots of bathroom cleaner later the floor was clean again and Gracie was having shower number two of the day.
Post-showers - B was SO thrilled to see the snow on the ground that I quickly dressed him in his snowsuit, sent him out the door and started to get Miss Poopy ready to go out. She was eating a Graham cracker in her diaper, happy as can be and this is when I saw the blood. Somewhere she was bleeding. Her face had blood streaks. Our hardwood floors had blood streaks. The Graham cracker she was eating had blood on it. I couldn't figure out where it was coming from - was it her lip? her hand? Finally I saw her little middle finger had two little slits in it. I have no idea how (maybe playing with the shower door?) but she had cut her finger and she was bleeding ALL OVER THE PLACE! Uuuugh, again! I couldn't get her finger to stop bleeding. I couldn't keep her still so she wouldn't get blood anywhere. I couldn't get her to keep the little band-aid I was putting on the tip of her finger on. I literally did not not know what to do. When I picked her up she bled on me. When I left her on the ground she crawled everywhere leaving a blood trail (similar to her early poop trail!). Eventually I just sat there wrestling her with a papertowel on the tip of her finger. I tried raising her little arm above her head. Aren't you supposed to do that to stop bleeding? Or is that for swelling? A nurse, I am not. Fenway decided to add his help to this clean up, too. As I'm wrestling the little lady I look over to see him licking each little blood streak off the hardwoods. Gross, but helpful. :o)
Just another little misadventure (remember this?) for the Foxes and our Hound...I think hubby's glad he was at work for this one again...
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