Preface: 2 weeks ago I fell and broke my thumb, which required surgery. We are in the middle of a move from Juneau to the Seattle area and with only one arm I needed the help from my parents during this transition. So the kids and I flew to Arizona, I had surgery last week and the grandparents are helping us out! I’ve got this awesome cast and am not supposed to use my left arm.
Ok, here is how my day went down: Now that we are in the desert the toddler wakes at 6am demanding Mickey Mouse. So I turn on cartoons and let him chill until I can handle his craziness. This morning I made my coffee and let him out of the kennel (my sister’s term for the pack and play). As I’m picking up his 6 week old brother to give him the boob, Trigger dumps my coffee over, splashing it all over the carpet and bedding. Toddler is NOT burned. Phew! But now I have to get my mom to help me strip the bed and the bed skirt. I can’t do it with one hand and apparently this bedding can only be dry cleaned? Jesus. Sorry you are taking care of four family members ages 6 weeks- 754 months (Papa Kirk) right now. Poor mom.
Then we decide to go to Farmer’s Market today, which actually went well besides Trigger screaming “mommy, mommy, mommy” as we peruse the Southwest art and goodies. Apparently the separation anxiety is high and tight at the moment. So after a trip to the Chinese restaurant, Ross and Safeway, he falls asleep in the car seat with his new blue ball we found him at Safeway. Transfer to kennel is a success and after a 3.5 hour nap I go check on him… He’s just chilling in his crib. He sees me and says “ball”. Awesome, let’s go play outside! I’ve found this tiny baby pool that I filled with water while he was napping and he goes straight to baby pool and starts splashing. So I strip him down so he can get in baby pool. I turn around to throw his 8 pound pee diaper in the garbage and hear a huge splash. He had run straight for big pool and jumped in. (I have no idea how the pool was opened, apparently grandma had opened it earlier) Thankfully the motherly instinct kicks in and I jump in after him. I see his head underwater and his eyes looking up at me, I grab him with both arms before he’s scared of any of this life-threatening situation. Toddler is safe! Thank goodness. Can I just say that’s all that matters in this story, that my baby is safe. Seriously.
But oops, my cast is soaked and I’m fully clothed. First world problems. These things can be replaced, Trigger can’t. So I get the grandparents and tell them what just happened. They are calm and concerned, like me. I go change into dry clothes while they watch Trigger The Terrible. He’s just hanging out naked eating some snacks. He is unchanged by this moment that has suddenly made me a helicopter parent. So Papa Kirk moves a chair in the sun for me to dry my cast. Trigger is still being a daredevil and climbing on the rock wall– naked. I ask him to get down for the 29th time this week. He gets down.
I grab my coffee. Yeah, I’m finally having my first cup of coffee at 5:30pm. But I smell something gross. Poop. Do I smell poop? Yup, he took a big dump in the rocks. And he walks away from me with a chunk of dingle berries attached to his crack.
The days are LONG. Seriously long!