This Just In: I’m Still 12

As I posted Friday, I had to take Joshua to the pediatrician because of a mysterious stomach ailment.  The pediatrician asked about a million questions and then said he needed more information, so he asked me to keep a poop and food diary on Joshua for two weeks.

That’s right, for the next two weeks, I have to look at Joshua’s poop and write down my observations about it’s size, color, consistency, etc.

I love being a mom.  Really, this is the stuff I’ve always dreamed about.

But back to the asking a million questions part.  The doctor asked Joshua many, many questions that ended in the word, “poop”.

Does it hurt when you poop?

When you’re eating, do you feel like you have to poop?

Is there any blood on the toilet paper when you poop?

PoopPoopPoopPoopPoopPoopPoop?

Seriously, after the first question, it was all I could do to not burst out in an ugly, raspberry-esque hysterical laughter.  I had to bite the inside of my mouth and stare down at the top of my son’s head to keep from losing control.

Because there’s something about a learn-ed M.D. saying the word “poop” over and over that brings me to the basest level of immaturity possible.

I couldn’t breathe for a full 30 seconds after he’d said his last “poop” for fear of losing it.  And, since I’ve made a fool of myself in front of this doctor over bowel movements before, I really did not want to lose control.

But I was thisclose.

So, I think my much more solemn and mature husband should attend the follow-up appointment, don’t you?  Because since it is going to involve careful examination of aforementioned poop diary, I don’t think I can be trusted to hold it together.

What makes you giggle like a pre-adolescent boy?

(P.S. – POOP!!!! Made ya laugh!)


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Death by FUN

Remember my FUN ROOM?  Well, it is still fun.  For the kids anyway.  But you see, when we (and by “we” I mean, “My husband”) painted the door in the FUN ROOM with dry-erase paint, we *ahem* forgot to specify to our four-year-old that the door frame was not dry-erase.

Oopsieeeeee.

So, Sunday I spent a great deal of time scrubbing dry-erase marker off the door frame.  First with dry-erase marker remover (ineffectual) and then with hairspray (slightly less ineffectual) and THEN I went to Rite Aid an spend some +UP Rewards on the best invention EVER, the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser.  And I scrubbed that dry-erase marker right off that door frame.  I am now a firm believer in good ol’ Mr. Clean.   But it took a LOT of “elbow grease” to get all that marker off the wall.

And my back, neck, and shoulders hurt like a MOTHER.  I do not know what I did with that scrubbing, but I messed myself UP.  Four days later, and it’s just getting worse.  I’ve been sleeping with pain patches on my neck and back at night, and have to take some good old “PM” drugs just to get to sleep it hurts so bad.

As I sit here this morning, it’s not feeling any better. I think I’m broken.

Which is why, I’m going to be like Mrs. Duggar, and just get myself totally made over with robotic parts.  Because clearly, that is the only way all that Duggar business is possible!   I may start rusting after awhile but at least I won’t feel the pain!

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The FUN room

Now you may have ascertained from reading this blog that I am not the fanciest, neatest, house-decoratiest person around.  I don’t have a knack for it, I can’t afford expensive things, but one day when I can I am gonna pay someone to make my house fancy.

Nevertheless, I do LOVE my house, and there are a few things in it that I really love.  One of them is, of course, my Granite Transformations Kitchen and the floor my wonderful hubby put in it for me.

But off of the kitchen there was a kind of useless room called the “mud room” which through the years, we would once in awhile eat in (it had a lovely little table) but mostly it just ws a resting place for extra trash and boxes and other things we didn’t have room for.  Also, off of this room is a teeny-tiny, very ugly bathroom.  More like a water closet.

Last fall Bobby and I decided (with some inspiration from Maria) that we would make the mud room into the kids’ art room – a place for all their many books, crayons, markers, paper, play-doh, puzzles, games, etc.  So after Christmas we took out Christmas $$ and went to IKEA and bought a bunch of the Expedit shelving.  We turned our useless room into a very useful room!

We were looking to get rid of our old chalkboard/easel so a couple of weeks I sent Bobby out to Home Depot to see if he could get a dry erase board cut to fit on our bathroom door, which is right behind the desk you see in the picture. And he did SO much better than that!! Turns out they now have Dry Erase PAINT for walls and doors! As well as Chalkboard paint! So Bobby purchased one can of each kind and now we have the coolest bathroom door EVAH.

Front of door - dry erase

Chalkboard on the inside!

I LOVE it and so do the kids!  They have had so much fun coloring on both sides this weekend!

A bathroom door you can WRITE on – do you think I’m in danger of becoming a FUN MOM??

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