I have virtually ZERO time for anything else, since I began my four BYU-I classes online, but after so many fun things in such a short amount of time, I had to take 2 seconds to share.
Wednesday was a gorgeous day! Will, Jessa, and cuz Brady went outside to play leaving a sobbing 2 yr. old little sister in their wake. The facts that a) I had to work on school b) it was a beautiful day and there won't be too many of those left for awhile and c) I could watch the kids' every move from my french doors and quickly get up to holler if necessary, all led me to give in to Emily's mournful cries to be permitted to join the outside merriment. It did my heart good to see them all having so much fun together enjoying being outdoors doing the running and screaming and laughing thing. After probably an hour and a half it was time to come in for dinner and seriously, I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!!! Emily came in with a mosquito bite under her eye. The pictures below will show you what that has become. :( Because it has gotten progressively more swollen and hideous, I made a call to the clinic today to ask if I needed to bring her in. The girls were in the bathtub with the door open, while I was 10 steps away at my NOT-cordless phone. All seemed well as I was being given instructions for Em and making an appointment for her to be seen, when Jessa began to shriek. "Mom! Mom! Come here, quick!" I was attached to the phone with the nurse and I could both hear and see both of my girls, so I knew no one was dying. I told her she'd have to hold on while I continued listening to the nurse. I think it was when I saw them trying to scramble to get OUT of the tub that it hit me, -there is a very good probability that someone pooped in that tub. That has happened once before. Will was about 4 weeks old and it was infant poop. It escaped his small body and permeated the water like a green fog. I asked Jessa, "Did Emily poop in there?" She responded without hesitation, "YES!". I ended the phone call and entered the bathroom to assess the damage. I was prepared for grossness. I was relieved to see one small marshmallow sized solid chunk floating around. I reached across the tub to grab a container to scoop it out with when the horror unfolded. There tucked along the edge and NOT floating was the mother load! Since it refused to jump out and put itself in the toilet, I was nominated for the job. While unpleasant to the nth, I can successfully report, 'mission accomplished'. Oh, but the cherry came when Emily then peed on the floor while she waited for me to get things cleaned up. Yes. Yes she did. (Sigh) On the plus side, Jessa is no longer having complete meltdowns about having to go to school! (Gotta look on the bright side, right? :) ) Let me just close by telling you that in spite of the ick, the work, the stress, the worry, the exhaustion, I would not trade my calling as a mom for anything else you could hand me. Even during POOP-IN-TUB mornings.
