Well that was intersting...
Yesterday I spent the day cleaning up after Emersyn. Not just regular cleaning but barf. Wholly intact oatmeal barf. The kind that, thank goodness, allows one to clean it up pretty easily...Thank you God!
What happened was I told Jim it was ok for him to give Emersyn Lactaid Milk, as we were out of soy, almond and any of the other varieties that we normally give her. Well, needless to say it didn't so much agree with her and the milk and breakfast made an over and over again reappearance the rest of the day.
After we all made our way downstairs...she made a deposit down the stairs, all over the foyer and in the hallway. It was then that Skylar and I taught her that we "barf" in the potty, she never missed again. She cried and looked up at us with her pitiful blue eyes and say "my tummy hurts!" but she stood at the potty, hands clenching the toilet seat and did her business. Skylar and I told her how proud we were of her, what a big girl she is and we told her that sometimes we get sick to, and she stood there.
For the next four hours my two year old made her way each and every time to the bathroom to be sick. And why can't I potty train this kid? Skylar even said it, "why can't potty training be this simple?" Oh from the mouth of a 12 year old....
Oh, I forgot, I gave her water so she wouldn't wither away and she let me have that back at 6:00 p.m. through a sweater, two shirts and my bra...I was pretty sure I only gave her an inch of water? I am not sure how it multiplied to a gallon, but it did and my clothes and I got the brunt of it.
So that was my day, in full makeup, hair curled, and a nice outfit...running back and forth to the bathroom, lying on the couch, cleaning floors, carpet, couches....
Did I mention I was on my way out to the Flyers game for the day? We were literally getting our coats on when all hell broke lose. But that's ok. I got to have my li'l baby Emersyn sleep on me for two hours, and that never happens. I got to watch Skylar take exceptional care of Emersyn and rub her back while her li'l sister threw up...and Skylar never once complained about any of it. Skylar actually told me to go to the game and that she would stay home with her sister barfing all day. Really? Who raised you?
I bonded with my two girls over barf, dirty floors and gross clothes. Because that is family. We take care of each other, no matter what, no matter what me miss, what we have to do, or what we have to sacrifice.
And over all of it, we grow closer together. Weird things end up bringing us closer; stress, drama, sacrifice and sometimes barf...because that is what we do for those we love, we rub their backs and tell them they are going to be ok, and we tell them we are proud of them for finding the toilet.
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What happened was I told Jim it was ok for him to give Emersyn Lactaid Milk, as we were out of soy, almond and any of the other varieties that we normally give her. Well, needless to say it didn't so much agree with her and the milk and breakfast made an over and over again reappearance the rest of the day.
After we all made our way downstairs...she made a deposit down the stairs, all over the foyer and in the hallway. It was then that Skylar and I taught her that we "barf" in the potty, she never missed again. She cried and looked up at us with her pitiful blue eyes and say "my tummy hurts!" but she stood at the potty, hands clenching the toilet seat and did her business. Skylar and I told her how proud we were of her, what a big girl she is and we told her that sometimes we get sick to, and she stood there.
For the next four hours my two year old made her way each and every time to the bathroom to be sick. And why can't I potty train this kid? Skylar even said it, "why can't potty training be this simple?" Oh from the mouth of a 12 year old....
Oh, I forgot, I gave her water so she wouldn't wither away and she let me have that back at 6:00 p.m. through a sweater, two shirts and my bra...I was pretty sure I only gave her an inch of water? I am not sure how it multiplied to a gallon, but it did and my clothes and I got the brunt of it.
So that was my day, in full makeup, hair curled, and a nice outfit...running back and forth to the bathroom, lying on the couch, cleaning floors, carpet, couches....
Did I mention I was on my way out to the Flyers game for the day? We were literally getting our coats on when all hell broke lose. But that's ok. I got to have my li'l baby Emersyn sleep on me for two hours, and that never happens. I got to watch Skylar take exceptional care of Emersyn and rub her back while her li'l sister threw up...and Skylar never once complained about any of it. Skylar actually told me to go to the game and that she would stay home with her sister barfing all day. Really? Who raised you?
I bonded with my two girls over barf, dirty floors and gross clothes. Because that is family. We take care of each other, no matter what, no matter what me miss, what we have to do, or what we have to sacrifice.
And over all of it, we grow closer together. Weird things end up bringing us closer; stress, drama, sacrifice and sometimes barf...because that is what we do for those we love, we rub their backs and tell them they are going to be ok, and we tell them we are proud of them for finding the toilet.
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