She Done Pooed on the Floor!

The other day I had one of the more interesting 30 minutes thus far in my experience as a parent. Olivia has been battling one hellacious diaper rash. One of the doctor's recommendations to help cure this problem was to let Oli roam around without a diaper. I learned the hard way that this should not be done at nap time (there was poop everywhere!) or while she is crawling around on carpet. So, here my action-packed 30 minutes begins. I put Little O on the kitchen floor, diaperless, to let her little bum get some air. Right away I noticed that she was in a kind of funny kneel/squat position and kind of giggling. I just figured it was one of those many weird kid things that I don't claim to understand. It didn't take long for me to realize that O had left of couple of large piles of stinky poo in the middle of the floor for me. Just as I was trying to clean it up, she discovered she can crawl INTO the dishwasher, poop-covered onezie and all. Once I got most of the poop chunks cleaned up, I carried her upstairs to give her a bath. After giving her a good scrub down, I sat her down on the bed so I could put a dry diaper on her. Within about 30 seconds she had peed twice on the bedspread. So, I got her dressed and took her back to the kitchen. I put her down to get dinner started,about a minute later I turned around and found her pulling the poop smeared paper towels I had just thrown away out of the trash can. Time to clean her up again and take the trash outside to avoid any further problems. Whew! I was exhausted. I think this will be the story I share with those people who don't have kids and always ask me what I do all day. On to other Oli news. Lots of people have been asking if Olivia is walking yet. She's not quite there. She still likes to walk around the coffee tables and hold on to our hands while we walk with her, but she hasn't taken any steps on her own yet. I am also happy to report that she hasn't fallen down the stairs yet either. Yale got to experience his first full day with just him and Olivia this past weekend. I had a volleyball tournament that lasted about 9 hours. Then once I got home, I had such a skull-crushing headache that Yale continued his baby-duty time until I put Oli to bed. Even though they spend a lot of time together and are very close, I can tell this was a bonding experience for them. Now when Yale leaves the room, even if I am holding O, she wails like someone just informed her that she won't be able to eat cheese for an entire month. I am very grateful that Yale is such an active dad and so willing to let me have time to myself. It does me a world of good, and I guess it is good for them, too.