The boys have had upset tummies the last couple of days (Parker actually told me, 'Mommy, I have a spider in my tummy and it hurts.' Strange, I know.  But it is still cute the way he is trying to describe how it feels).  Since they have been sick, we have been doing a whole lot of nothing.  I notice that they are on the mend, though, because they aren't as whiney as they were yesterday...

Oh. My. Goodness... Where to begin?

Blown out diaper one, two or three?

The fact that Parker, who is undies full time, had an accident (running down his leg) and you would have thought he was dying by how upset he was?

Or maybe the part that the hubby is out of town until Friday? 

Either way, the last couple of days have sucked.

I am not the type of person who likes to carry a baby around all day (much less a 22 pound 9 month old), especially since he didn't want to be held.  He wanted to do that awkward and annoying thing where you pick them up, but then they reach for the ground.  So, you put them on the ground and they immediately pull themselves up by your pantleg and complain until you hold them again.  No, it wasn't driving me insane at all!

Don't get me wrong, I feel sorry for the little guys, but Preston is at that age where he won't just sit and cuddlge.  Parker on the other hand would have just sat on the couch, with his blankie, and cuddled up to watch cartoons ALL day.  I didn't let him though. Mainly because I was trying to use him to keep Preston busy (which was a failed attempt).  Let's just settle on the fact that yesterday was a complete and utter mess.

Luckily, the boys ended their day with a nice bath (filled with lots of bubbles) and that seemed to make us all happy.

I guess all is well, that ends well.  Right?

Crappiest Saturday Ever....

Literally!

So Parker has been having an issue with pooping in his diaper right after I put it on for nap or bedtime.  I have tried everything, or so it feels, so I went out looking for suggestions.  My cousin's wife recently posted on her blog (http://www.milkbubblesblog.blogspot.com/) kind of the same issue, so I asked her for help.  Parker wakes up from naps dry, so I tried having him sleep in undies and then hopefully he would yell down to me if he needed to go poop.

Wrong.

I was in the basement and Ben was hanging out with his brother.  I suddenly heard a bunch of yelling and I thought my brother-in-law was yelling something about the dog being lost (she was right under my feet), so I went upstairs to see what was going on. 

Needless to say, I should have stayed in the basement.

I ran upstairs to the boys room because my brother-in-law said he heard yell for my help and he thought the boys were hurt.

Wrong.

I cannot even begin to describe the scene, but I will try my hardest.

POOP. 

EVERYWHERE.

My guess of what happened is that Parker had an accident in his underwear and didn't want to get in trouble so he 'gave' it to his brother to deal with.  Oh my goodness.. I need to pause because my heart is starting to race again.  I wasn't mad that it happened, per say, I am more mad that Parker is that freakin' smart that he wants to hide it, but he is so stubborn that he won't go on the toilet.  Anways.. Back to the poop.  It was on the bottom of his socks, stamped into the shag rug, all over the hardwood floor (thank goodness we don't have carpet in there), all over Preston's bed and the best part...

All over Preston.

I don't just mean a little here and a little there.. I mean ALL over him! 

On his face, hands, hair, legs, and no joke.. He had an ear full of it. 

I wish I would have taken a picture at the time because I know once Parker is completely potty trained (hopefully very, very soon), I will find that moment so funny, but at the moment all I saw was red (and I guess brown).  Ben took the boys down for showers and I was upstairs scrubbing... Everything. 

I felt kind of bad though because Parker said, 'Mommy mad. I sorry, Mommy.'  So he knew (which actually made me a little more upset), but I can say that he did what I told him.. When I was putting his undies on before nap I said, 'Ok dude, you have undies on, so don't get any poopy or pee pee on your bed.'  And guess what.. That was the one place in the whole room that was still 'poop-free'. 

And of course, like an hour later he came running up to me, 'Mommy, poopy' and ran to the toilet and went potty!  Ahhh.. So annoying! 

So obviously I am having some potty training issues that I have been dealing with, but I have come to the decision that we will praise immensely when he goes on the potty (he got two handfuls of mini marshmallows yesterday when he went) and not even say a word when he has an accident.  It is just so annoying because we had NO accidents for the longest time and I know he knows better, but I guess I will let him 'win' this power struggle because I really don't feel like doing that again. 

I will be sure to keep you all updated on Parker's Adventures with Poop.  Hopefully it will be a happy ending!