I was lazy today. And comfy. Laela can pull amazing nights, but last night was not one of them. I’m thinking she’s growing because all of a sudden we’re barely getting three hour stretches between waking for feedings. Not ideal for anyone involved. So we did our regular routine of eating, toys, snack, more toys, naps, quiet rest time, toys, supper, and toys.
Without being too gross, there was so much poop this morning, I almost didn’t know what to do with myself. Even better, we had a small handful of Laela’s diapers on hand, and that was it. So I admit – I was leaving her in diapers longer than usual. But NOT with a poopy diaper, I swear! But it was a yucky morning for poop. We survived though. Once Deks went down I made a list of all the things we have to do before Christmas, which is somewhat daunting. I also called to check on a surgery date for Dekker but no one called back. So I at least tried to do a few things! But I say again, it was a lazy day. I watched Dr. Phil and he “accused” a mother of leaving her children in pyjamas until 2:00 in the afternoon, and she vehemently denied it. Who cares?! Pyjamas never hurt anyone! Lots of people think going out in sweats or yoga pants is acceptable, and I’m pretty sure those are just slightly more upscale pyjamas. Maybe. I don’t know, I thought that was pretty hilarious as I realized I was in yoga pants and an old shirt, Laela was in a sleeper that was soaked around the neckline thanks to ridiculously early teething, and didn’t Dekker have pasta sauce on his sleeper from yesterday? Apparently my charges would be even worse!
Brady came home bearing diapers and a Costco pizza. We chucked the pizza in the oven to heat it up a bit, and then ate supper at the table with the kidlets.
I bathed Dekker in the evening. I’m at such a loss with that. We had a nice upswing where he was somewhat freaked to get into the tub but was happy once he was settled in there. Not anymore. I don’t say this lightly, but he cries as if he’s being abused. I’ll be honest and say, for this reason, I rarely bathe him. Its not worth the devastation. I was so gentle with him today. I ran the tub and he started crying, so I told him he could play toys while he waited, but he didn’t want to. He sat on my lap in the bathroom and cried nonstop. I undressed him and showed him bath toys, and he cried and cried. Finally I went to lift him in and he immediately scrunched his legs up and started screaming. He does this now when we try to put him in the tub in an effort not to touch the water. So I put him back on the ground and explained to him what was going to happen and what I needed him to do – stand on his own. He stood on one leg and clung to me, wailing away. I hugged him and eased his other leg down into the water. He didn’t fight it too hard, and stood with his legs locked, crying. Would not sit down. So I washed his body while he stood but he was getting cold, so I asked him to sit. I said “I’ll help you, I have you safe, I promise. Please sit on your bum.” Noooooooo!” BIG tears. I finally just helped him get there rather than him sitting on his own. I wasn’t rough but firm. He then sat and cried while I washed his hair. We hadn’t even got to the worst part yet, of rinsing his hair. He’d probably been crying for fifteen minutes at this point. But it was time. I asked him to look up, He knows what that means, so he fussed away, but he obediently looked up. I started pouring the water over, not even close to his hairline yet, and he bailed out, put his head back down and screamed “NO!” In doing so, he swallowed tons of water and began to scream and gag and choke. He tried to get up and out as well, but there was no way. So I admit. I just dumped a few bowls of water right over his head to make it go faster before pulling him out. I know the water in his face is the worst part of it for him, but I don’t know what the heck I’m supposed to do!! What did I miss when he was younger? Could I have done something different to make him not hate baths so much? Sigh. I dread bath time probably as much as he does.
After that, I am tired. My next two days will likely be filled with jobs, Thursday I have a few appointments in the city, and then Friday is our Christmas!! I’m looking forward to the end of the week, thats for sure! Until then, I will be tired.