On Saturday I decided that the back patio needed cleaning up. You'd think we were a redneck family or something, it was all covered in dirty sandals, dirty socks, garbage from the boys, and our snow sled. As penance for pouring an entire bottle of bubbles all over the patio a few days earlier I made Cole come out to help me. (And by help I mean wander around, get under foot, and try to unlock the door so he could go run around our yard.)
Tess decided she needed to be held ALL THE TIME yesterday, so I cleaned up as best I could while holding her. But eventually I had to put her down so I could vacuum. This is where she ended up.
Why yes, that is my baby in a plastic sled on our back patio. She's sleeping on top of the cover for one of our camping chairs. Sweet.
Wait - maybe we are rednecks and just don't know it.
Incredibly, she slept there the entire time I vacuumed and even when I moved the sled around. When she really wants to sleep, she'll sleep anywhere, anytime. I love that about newborns.
Later that day Cole needed a diaper change. Once again I was holding Tess, so I decided to put her down on his bed. Before I could stop him, Cole hopped up on the bed and jumped on Tess. I don't think he did it on purpose, he just wasn't paying attention. Poor Tess got a knee in the face and was understandably QUITE UPSET.
Being a newborn, she didn't realize that revenge is a dish best served cold. Instead of waiting until later to get back at Cole, she immediately had a diaper blow out, getting fresh baby poop all over his bedding. Cole had literally scared the poop out of her. It was pretty awesome. (Well, only in the amount. Not awesome that she got poop everywhere.) I figured this made them pretty even, all things considered. Then again, I'm the one who had to do all the cleaning, so maybe not.
This morning I told Josh and Spencer about the poop incident. They thought it was the funniest thing in the world and laughed and laughed and laughed as only little boys can over poop jokes. (Hey, you gotta play to your audience.)
They have each decided not to jump on Tess so she won't poop everywhere. Good enough for me.
They get a kick out of Tess watching them and holding on to their fingers. They like to talk in a little girl voice and pretend it's Tess talking. It's pretty cute, although I don't know that Tess will talk about the potty and poop quite as much as they have her do. (But what do I know? I've never had a girl...)
BTW, aren't her too-long jammies funny? They're sized 0-3 months, and I refuse to buy anything smaller.
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I have those same jammies in newborn. We've pretty much out-grown them at our house, so if you want them, you can have them. Though hopefully Tess keeps up the growing and fills out those 0-3 quickly!
Yes, my daughter talks about poop and farts every bit as much as my boys. Maybe more. And with 3 older brothers, there's no hope... I mean, consider the audience!
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