Fun in the bath

the boy hadn't poo'd all day which isn't really unusual, just means the next morning there's a load of the stuff :( It was bath time though and so I took him into the bath with me and he played with his toys whilst daddy washed him. It dawned on me that his stomach was totally massive and that I was in for a horrible nappy tomorrow morning however he had other plans and I found myself staring at "the face". This is the face my boy does when he's pushing an unholy mess out of his bum.

That's right, in a few seconds the bath was awash with a mass amount of shit! I shouted for my dad (we were visiting today) and he came up to see me holding the boy out of the water (as best I could) whilst I watched his crap float towards me.

God it was awful!

Ballad of a poo collector

For the love of Odin, how can something so small make so much crap?!

The boy's had a stomach bug of some sort, even though it hasn't affected his mood or appetite. What it has done is give me a seemingly endless dirty nappy job to do. I might only get one full nappy of crap in a day or maybe two half-ish ones but so far I've had about three over-flowing cauldrons of the most vile examples of human excrement :(

I know it tends to be Dad's job but when you're a single parent it's ALWAYS bloody dad's job. Normally I just have to monitor my breathing (something that sends the boy into giggles) and I can change the nappy without too much hassle but these ones, jeez, I've found myself wondering if I was going to be sick? And as usual, it's not a nappy change unless my finger accidentally touches it or his finger touches it whilst I have his legs in one hand and a baby wipe army in the other. If he touches it it's pretty much all over as I have to fight him with the baby wipe to stop him putting it into his mouth.

These nappies, when I do finish gettin' them off him, are like bloody shot-putts!

Mini-hulk

The boy has hit the "terrible twos" at 16 months :p It's actually quite funny to watch! He sometimes picks up the tv remote and after a "give that to daddy" he hands it over but he said "no"..well it was more a sound that I knew meant no. Plus the way he turned his little chest and brought the remote closer to him kinda hinted at his stance on the matter ;)

So I took it off him and then he exploded in a fit of screaming and crying, his little face getting buried into the sofa just to really make me know he wasn't happy. He's such a good wee boy too so it's funny to see him act like a hellion :D

The second incident came about when he went up to the tv and started switching the damn thing off and on. I do my best not to shout (not angry shouting, just trying to get his attention) at him for this because he has the nasty habit of thinking daddy saying his name in a sterner voice is somehow funny.. and a game and I don't want him to keep doing it to "play" with me. Anyway, I became conscious that it might not be the healthiest thing for my tv to be constantly switched on and then off without getting a chance to show the static, so I said no to him.

He looks round at me
His face turns inside out
He starts crying
He starts screaming
He falls onto his knees and buries his face into the floor
Daddy laughs (couldn't help it)

Another incident (can't mind what I took away from him or maybe this one was down to daddy stopping him punching the crap outta daddy's face - something that's beginning to hurt), involved the tantrum on the sofa and he added thrashing his legs about to his already impressive repertoire.

I got a txt from his mother telling me he had started freaking out with her when she took things away from him so yeah, he's at this stage now - oh joy :D