Way To Wake Up Monday

Henry woke up at 6:45 to nurse.  I brought him in bed with me and nursed him, and when he got done he acted like he wanted to play.  So I let him play on my bed while I got dressed.  I went in the bathroom to put my contacts in, and I hear "Night night, mommy."  I walk back into the bedroom and find my sweet Henry has covered himself with the sheet and is acting like he is going to sleep.  "Uhsa, uhsa," he says, which is his word for "nurse."  That's the best way I know how to spell it; it doesn't sound quite like that.  Anyway, as he is saying that, he starts patting my pillow for me to come lay down with him.  It was so cute, so, of course, I laid back down and nursed him some more.  He didn't go back to sleep, but it was an awfully cute way to wake up on a Monday.

Monday's Ending, Or The Pig With One Eye

Monday night, as we were spending time with Miss B before bed, I had prayed for her (out loud, of course) and we were tucking her into her bed.  One of my old stuffed animals is a white pig named Wilbur, like from Charlotte's Web.  Wilbur is more of dingy white now, because he has been loved on for many years.  Miss B chose a few of my stuffed animals to keep on her bed, and every now and then she switches them out.  Well, John makes Wilbur talk with this really redneck voice.  I cannot even imitate it; he is just that good at it!  So Miss B wants John to make Wilbur talk, so he's making him say all kinds of silly stuff, and at one point, Miss B picks him up and throws him across the room for what he said.  As he hits the floor, we hear ping!  I said, "What was that!?" because the animal is stuffed; he shoulding be pinging.  John says, "Was that his eye?"  Sure enough, Wilbur's eye fell out of his head!  We all three collapsed into a fit of giggles.  Of course, John had to make Wilbur talk and say things like, "I have to look at you this way because I only have one eye now."  Imagine that in a super redneck voice.  It was funny.  We said good night, tucked her in, and then we took Wilbur with us to superglue his eye back into his head.  It was so cute, though, because a few minutes after we left, we could hear Miss B giggling to herself about the whole situation.  Tuesday night, he was back with her in the bed.  Unfortunately, I didn't superglue his eye in straight (you know how those stuffed animal eyes have the pupil ad the iris) so he is cockeyed now.  Oh well, that just adds to the hilarity.

Big Mess Tuesday

Tuesday morning, around 11ish, Henry was playing in his crib while I finished helping Miss B with her school work.  I had put him in there while I cleaned out his cloth diaper, and he seemed content to play in there so I left him to play while I helped her.  He managed to use a box on the outside of the crib to climb on to get items off his changing table, like q-tips and baby wash.  I didn't think anything about it because everything he managed to get was sealed up and had never been opened.  I did take him off the box, though.  Well, after a few minutes, he started fussing.  I said to him, "I'll be right there, sweetie, we're almost done."  Miss B didn't feel well, so after we finished her last page, she went to her room and laid down while I went to get Henry.  I put my hands on the top of the crib, and immediately felt something slimy on my hands.  I looked at the rail, then looked at Henry, then looked in the crib.  Henry had managed to get the lid off and the seal off a new, huge bottle of baby wash with lotion, and he had poured it out in the crib.  There was lovely pink puddle on the crib sheet and all over him.  I grabbed some kitchen towels and set to work cleaning him off and then cleaning the crib rail and then taking everything out of the crib, stripping the sheet off the mattress and then stripping the boy out of his baby wash clothes.  He was so funny.  I said, "Let's take off your pants and your shirt and your socks."  He started helping me and then when I got his pants off, he took his diaper off, too!  I guess he figured if he was getting clean clothes on, he needed ALL clean clothes.  I seriously debated whether to even use laundry detergent.  I mean, there was enough baby wash in there for lots of babies.  His room and all his clothes that were in the wash smell like baby wash now. 

It could have been worse, though.

It could have been poop all over his crib and not baby wash.

What will Wednesday hold?  Who knows!?  But I'm sure it will be interesting!