lotsa dookie

You know how I've been spelling out es-ach-ay-tee lately instead of just letting loose and swearing? Ya well today I didn't continue down the PG path of spelling it. And I didn't just say it either, I SCREAMED it. I wish the next sentence would explain how relieving it felt to curse my favorite curse word but alas, I can not. Maybe it's because my whole house has smelled like es-ach-ay-tee all day, who knows?

I was on the phone with my mom this afternoon and nature called. I subtly kept the conversation going and began my business. In walks Jack who wants to talk to my mom. The conversation went like this:

"Hi Gramma"
"I miss you too."
At this point my mom must have asked the two year old what he was doing because his response was this, "watching Mommy poop."

Ya, it's true. Ya, it was one of those rare moments where you feel mortified even in front of your own mom. Ya, she quickly got off the phone stating something to the effect of, "I'll let you finish your business." Ugh. Awful. That's why I'm sharing it with you of course.

On to the next dose of poop gone wild. Violet is turning one on Wednesday. About a week ago I ran out of formula and shoved a bottle of whole milk in her mouth. She drank it like it was no big deal. I breathed a huge sigh of relief and patted myself on the back for being so awesome and having such awesome kids that awesomely switched to whole milk with no complications. Awesome. Well fast forward a week or so later and Baby Dul has dia-freakin'-rrhea like nobodies business. Today we have washed sheets, washed the tub, washed the baby 4 TIMES and washed the kitchen floor. Have you ever cleaned diarrhea off the kitchen floor? It stinks. Yes both literally and figuratively. I am so done with poop and so done with dookie and so done with es-ach-ay-tee. I am crossing my fingers that if I don't keep prematurely patting myself on the back for my awesomeness and I don't swear the words I spell then maybe, just maybe the poop will end and my house won't reek like an Almost Home porta potty anymore.

And that's what I have to say about that.


Eevi said...

Only you can blog about stuff like this and it just adds to your awesomeness!

Prina Family said...

im so confused. What is es-ach-ay-tee? I know im retarded but it will bug me if i dont ask

Sarah said...

Yes!! I love it. At Jett's last TBall game he kept scratchin at his rear end and soon there seemed to be a brown spot. From the bleachers I was hoping it was just some dirt. Nope sure enough when we got home...skid mark of the century!! Love being a Mom!!

Carmen said...

oh my gosh i can't even stop laughing. i think you may want to send 'prina family' a clarifying email, i'd spell it out more explicitly for you but i think you're trying to keep your blog family rated. lololol. leave it to you to figure out a clever way to swear

brooks said...

I had to sit there and sound that out about 20 times to get it. Duh.

Maureen said...

Awesome Kat!motherhood! I remember watching someones kids and Ryan came home and all I had to say was "I've wiped four butts today, how many have you wiped?" Maureen