Poop

It all started as a lovely Wednesday morning. Mommy had gotten sleep and Caitlyn didn't wake up until 6am. But that is when the peace stopped. Mommy had decided to give Caitlyn an extra glass of milk the night before, which, because Caitlyn has a bladder the size of a pea (unfortunately another thing she got from Mommy), caused her to leak through her diaper and all over her sheets. Poor thing was so upset. No problems, quick change of sheets, clean her up and throw on a sundress to start off our day. As the day progressed, about an hour later, Mommy noticed Caitlyn squatting near the ottoman. Knowing full well what she was doing, I acknowledged it, and tried to encourage her that big girls use the potty, and that maybe next time we could do that. Then I went back to reading my newspaper. Not more than 5 seconds later, I heard screaming and crying, so I looked, fully expecting her friend, Evan, the little boy Mommy watches, to be touching either her or her toy. It would have been a welcome sight if I had known what I was about to witness. As if in slow motion, I turned and then I saw it. Poop everywhere. Poop on her foot, her hand, her dress, and of course, on my newly cleaned carpet. Poop, poop, poop. As if an olympic relay race, I quickly snatched paper towels to clean her and at the same time tried to avoid her wanting to cling to me because, gosh, I didn't want poop all over me too, and at the same time, getting Evan to avoid playing or even eating it. It was a sight that would have been hilarious in a tv show, but in real life, it's not quite as funny when it happens. After, yes. We survived, and after many other bad things happening that day (it was a Wednesday to remember), it ended with her peeing on the carpet twice and going to sleep peacefully.

And in case you are wondering why all these accidents were able to happen, that's because Caitlyn has harnessed the ability to take clothes on and off, that of course that includes her diaper. So, no, I'm not running a baby nudist colony or a baby strip club. I'm just guessing it's a sign that potty training time must start. Let's just hope she learns that clothes stay on. :)

Gold Medalist Caitlyn

The everyday adventures of Caitlyn is one that makes me ponder and wait for the moment I have to take her to the emergency room and start pricing how much it would cost me to enroll her into a gymnastics or swim class. As I've said before, she loves the water, but she also has a passion for jumping off of things, onto the couch or using her bed (or mine if she can sneak in) as a trampoline. Endless energy. I think in a competition again the energizer bunny, he would give up even if he had an IV of caffeine going straight into his blood stream. I can say it'll make for many fun years ahead, even if Mommy ends up balding and gray. As I watch the Olympics like crazy (and can barely keep my eyes open during the day) I start getting those crazy ideas that maybe, if I can channel Caitlyn's energy, I might have an athlete on my hands. If not, at least some outlet to get rid of some of this. Maybe I can convince Daddy to buy a house with a lot of land and just put a tracking device on her and call her in for meals. LOL. I am sleep deprived here.

Along with this energy is a longing to do things she's not supposed to do. One of her passions is dumping her toys all over her room. As a kid I watched Ducktales, which had Donald Duck's nephews who lived with their Uncle Scrooge. Scrooge had a vault full of money that he liked to swim in. Although Caitlyn has never seen this, she imitates it by "swimming" in her toys that she has spread all over her room, looking like she is making a snow angel in a pile of play dishes and blocks. Being the neat freak that I am, I panic, and Caitlyn luckily will pick up her toys and put them away. After being asked a few times of course. I must admit, it is a pretty fun sight, even if it is another accident waiting to happen (at least for me. Those toys will end up breaking my ankle one of these days) :)

What's Left for Mommy

The day you become a Mom, nothing is ever the same. I've realized that as Caitlyn has gotten older, there are fewer things that I can say are Mommy's and I don't have to share. It sneaks up on you. Who cares if they want to eat off of your plate, until the day sneaks up on you that they will eat all of your food, even if the same thing is on their plate, and you are left eating cut up pieces of hot dogs or drooled on broccoli. And then your drink because it's in a big girl cup. You let them, watching the backwash slowly slide back in, and yet you still drink from it because you are still thirsty. Car keys, purses, hairbrushes, pens, books, shoes, seats, makeup, remote controls, clothes (we all know how little girls like dress up), you name it, Caitlyn has used it. Mommy has just a couple things I thought I could honestly say are mine. That is my toothbrush (there is no way I'm sharing, not even with Daddy) and taking a shower by myself. The one part of the day, I can truely say I'm doing something for myself (how I used to take it for granted I'll never know). Yes, personal hygene should always be at the top of any list, but as any mother knows, it sometimes can take a backseat. Well, today, Mommy's list of her's only has made it down to one item, the toothbrush. How, you might ask? Well, as any good Mommy knows, you should always shut and lock a bathroom door as soon as you go in. I made the fatal mistake of leaving it cracked open. So, as Mommy is rinsing off her body, in one quick motion, there is Caitlyn, head under the water, laughing with delight. Clothes on and all. As I've said before, she is a water baby, and considering the fact that she just learned that taking showers is way more fun than baths, I should have seen this coming. I'll go with it. I can say it's my effort of going green, saving water. One less bit of privacy in a not so private world of a mom. I just have to ask, what is left for Mommy?

Spit-up to Showers

Caitlyn had the lovely chance to hold a baby yesterday, one of her favorite things. Well, just about anyone younger than her, even if they are bigger than her, is a baby and she tries to hold them and act like a mommy. If he would start to cry, she would try to soothe him and give him his binky. It's crazy to think that at such a young age, the motherly instincts can come out. But, of course, the baby was a spit-up machine, and managed to cover both me and him entirely in spit-up. So that evening Mommy decided it was time to try to let Caitlyn take her first shower. She loved it! It was so much fun. Caitlyn would stick her head under the water (which made washing her hair easier and fuss free) and just laugh! My baby is growing up too fast. I don't think I'll ever get over it. They forget to tell you that in Mommy class, that no matter what you do, you can't keep them small forever. :)

The Romantic One

On a nice relaxing Sunday, Caitlyn and I were sitting on the couch after a long morning of swimming. Which, by the way, she is still a water baby insisting that she can swim. Although her head goes under and she doesn't move very far, she still tries. :) But, with nothing on tv, we decided to settle in and watch a classic, "Pretty Woman", featuring of course Julia Roberts and Richard Gere. Well, it was the last scene where he comes up the fire escape to "rescue" the princess and he begins to kiss her. At that very moment, Caitlyn looked at me, grabbed both my cheeks and gave me the biggest kiss. Guys could take a cue from such a little girl. Talk about timing. It melted my heart. Mike has a lot to live up to once he gets home. lol :)