Mice and Teething Diapers

Well, it's been pretty eventful these past few days. Jack has got to be getting one of the last set of molar's. It's been intense, diaperwise. The kid is a champ when it comes to pain. He's truly a tough guy. The only sign (besides the diapers) that he's been exhibiting that he's probably teething is that he's been waking up SUPER early. Before 6 o'clock early.... and getting out of bed and playing. I've finally been going into his room and telling him to close his eyes and rest. That lasts all of 30 minutes, then it's back up and play time (at least it's after 6 by this time). This morning I walked into his room to get him ready for school and I was literally almost stiffled by the smell. Not normal dirty diaper smell......teething diaper smell. He looked at me from his book and said, "Mama, Jack Jack stinky. PEEE HEWWWWWW!" I informed him he was correct and got down to business. Not pretty, but, it could have been worse.

On the Maren front, she's now a rolling over phenom. Which means, middle of the night rolling is as good as anytime and she's really fond of sleeping on her stomach now. While this worried me to begin with, I remembered when Jack started doing this. It's time to also take my sweet girl out of her sleep sack. Both of my babies loved their sleep sack until it became wrapped around their legs and feet. So, time for lots of warm jammies and light blankies.

Now for the mouse. Stuart Little, he was not. He was a little, brown, run of the mill field mouse who made a home in my kitchen for a day. EWWWWWWWWWWW!!!! If I had seen him on TV, he might have been cute. But, the thought of him running around in my house in the middle of the night was nausea inducing. Todd, master of the mouse trap, Diefenderfer bought some spinner traps and set them up around the house. And do you know, by the time I came home the tiny brown invader was deceased in the mouse trap nearest where I saw him that morning. I think the best thing about those traps is that you can't see a thing. The arrow basically points to "occupied" and you toss the whole thing. No muss, no fuss. Not that you all wanted to know the gory details, but, this was a big event for me. Glad at least Todd got a good laugh...

Fact v. Fiction 2 Year olds and Showering

While having 2 children is definitely more work, the 2 year old remains the most work. With the little one, you can still contained them in an exersaucer or bouncy seat of some sort. Not so for the 2 year old. You can exhibit limited freedom for the 2 year old, but, be prepared to stay after them. Here is my case in point of the limited freedom.......taking a shower while the 2 year old roams free.

1. Fact or Fiction: With a two year old there is no way to work in a deep conditioning treatment while taking a shower.

-Fiction! You can work in a deep conditioning treatment, but, you should limit it to a 2-5 minute version. I've found that Frederic Fekai has a wonderful one that does the trick!

2. Fact or Fiction: There is no way you can work in a shave when you are trying to limit your shower time to 10 minutes.

-Fiction! Somehow, someway, your body senses your minds anxiety at having your little one out roaming in your room and bathroom and pushes into an adrenaline rush type of frenzy for 10 minutes or so. Your arms, hands and fingers have never been so dextrous! Believe it or not you've flown through a shave virtually unscathed. Only a knick here and there. The key here is using a trusty razor. Schick Intuition is NOT, and I repeat NOT a recommendation. One would think that it would cut out some time because it is a razor/cream combination. If you want your legs not to look like they've been attacked by a weed eater, do not use this razor.

3. Fact or Fiction: Your showering process can be just a peaceful as it always has been in the past.

-Fiction!!!! So, limited freedom is just that, limited, so you try to keep that sweet little 2 year old within ear shot. I still have no idea how I accomplished the amount of pampering I accomplished while fussing/threatening spankings/and giving "atta boys" to Jack through the steamed over glass of my shower. He thankfully knows when I'm being serious and when I'm idilly threatening. Luckily, when he grabbed my Pepcid Complete off the counter and somehow yanked the cap off, he knew my "JOHN BARON DIEFENDERFER, PUT THAT CAP BACK ON OR YOU'RE THIGH WILL NEVER BE SAME AGAIN" meant business. No spankings occured, the cap went back on and he resumed pulling all of the q-tips out of the box and stuffing them into one of Todd's shoes.

I don't know about you, but, when I read this back through, it made me nervous all over again. But, when that face looks like this, I realize it's worth it :)