Kovixen

Saturday morning I ignored Andy's cries until Peter got up to get him. I had woken up on my own before 6am, and every time I was about to fall back asleep, Andy would make a noise. Then he'd be quiet again while I tried to get myself into a good sleep aura. So at 7:30 it's obvious that he truly is awake, and Peter goes to get him. He walks into the room, I think I heard him saying good morning to Andy, and then I hear the dreaded "Laura, I need help in here."

Of course, the first thing I think is "Peter, why can't you handle this on your own? I do this alone 5 days a week!" which was coming from the tired, cranky morning Laura, not the usually pleasant one you all know. I get up, throw on my glasses, and walk into the nursery to a wave of poop. Oh my, you would not believe it. Well, unless you've had a toddler of your own. There was poop everywhere. Peter had at this point gotten it off Andy's face and hands, but it was all up his back, all over the crib, on the floor, on the sheets, etc. Luckily he'd thrown most of his crib friends out of the crib before the poop explosion, but one that is tied to the corner did get hit.

Peter, being the most excellent father and husband to ever exist, cleaned up the nursery while I supervised a morning tubby for the little guy. Everything luckily came up, and after a few loads of laundry, things were back to the same. Well, except for Andy who was quite traumatized and was very fussy the entire day.

I know this is something that occurs to everyone who has kids, but I rather thought we'd be able to skip the poop everywhere moment. Sort of like I was sure that my water wouldn't break and that I'd be happy to get up in the middle of the night to feed Andy for months and months.

I do wonder how I would have handled this if alone. Left the room and called Peter for help? Put Andy in the bath with his clothes on? Sat on the floor and cry for a few minutes? I am so happy I didn't have to figure it all out alone.

On other baby news, I was watching a movie yesterday that had a newborn in it. And it was a newborn, not a 2 month old baby posing as a newborn. Oh, and I wanted it. I wanted to hold it and take care of it and love it. SCARY!!! I'm still not ready for a second as Andy needs to be a little older and a little easier to communicate with first. But I guess I'm on the path towards another baby!

And in other Andy news, he waved at me this morning! This is one of those markers that he had never hit, so of course I was always a little concerned about it. But he did wave, and it was so cute. He also is starting to mimic me, although it's mostly him taking our dish towels and pretending to clean up the cat's water, which he likes to pour out onto the floor every so often. We also bought him his first pair of non-Robeez shoes from Stride Rite. They are sandals, and I love them so much because it's one more indication that I have a person on my hands, not a crying lump of adorable baby fat.