We are only 2 weeks away from the new arrival to our family and we have finally begun to act like a baby is on its way. The last few days have been busy and actually included some preparation for the baby. I washed a stroller that has basically been sitting in a garage for 6 years. This stroller was given to us when Nicky was born and was only used for him because we purchased a tandem stroller when Jordan was born. The tandem stroller came in handy again 1 year later when Corey was born (yeah yeah I know). I also washed 2 Pack-N-Plays, 1 is ours (one of the few things I didn’t throw away after Corey was born) and the other was given to us. We are keeping the 1 in better condition. Now we just have to start washing all of the baby clothes that were given to us. Not that we don’t trust that they were washed before they were given to us but you would wash them too, even if it were family that gave them to you (sorry everyone).
The wife has also been trying to get our kids to be a little more independent. You see, the wife has had a little issue with doing too much for the kids and with the kids. By this I mean she is the one that cleans the mess in their rooms or any room for that matter, after they are done playing. She will pick up the kids clothes after they throw them on the floor. She will cater to every whim and just spoil them rotten. She also spends almost every moment of the day
So proud the she made her bed
with them, occupying them rather than letting them occupy themselves. I am not saying that as parents we shouldn’t do anything other then this but I think that kids should be taught responsibility and a little independence and at an early age. I think she now sees that her life at home will be easier if she makes it easier rather than more difficult. If you want to find out how I would do it just ready my post entitled Introducing #4. I still am trying to figure a way to do everything I said! Anyway, I see the difference in the kids and they are actually starting to respect each other and their belongings. This has also been an issue but I will save that for a future post.
I actually had to stop writing several times as we made our 3rd attempt at letting Jordan sleep in the boy’s room as a special treat. The first attempt didn’t go well
Just a goofball
so we broke up the party. Attempt #2 faired a little better and we didn’t separate them but tonight they just got out of hand so I just sent Jordan to her own room.
The wife is hoping not to go early or at least before July 4th. She wants to make one last trip to visit her family before the
I didn't document the bed but I got this!
new one arrives. As of the last visit to the doctor, she isn’t dilated so he will check her again later this week. If she is dilated, he will recommend that we don’t make the small road trip. I mean after all, since this is #4, I expect labor to be short and for this baby to just pop out like a fart. Maybe that is just wishful thinking because I never heard the wife fart (in her sleep doesn’t count).
Ok I am off to eat the cherry pie I just baked. That is right….I made cherry pie since my friend couldn’t make it to a bar for a few beers with me. I also cooked dinner. Pretty big disparity there but I don’t give a shit. I was listening to Slipknot while I did both so it cancels out!
Yes, the title says it all: FATHERHOOD MEANS POOP ON THE FLOOR!
The wife and I have been delaying our potty training of Corey until the other kids went off to school and so far Corey has been great. It has been about 2 weeks now and he has had minimal accidents which surprises me because he hasn’t shown any interest in using the toilet previously.
Yesterday afternoon was actually lazy time since Nicky was off to camp (that is what we tell Jordan and Corey when Nicky goes with his grandfather to Long Island to visit family) and the other 2 were taking a nap. I was going to try to take a nap myself but decided on watching some football in peace. Corey woke up only after sleeping for 1.5 hours and Jordan woke up soon after. Meanwhile, Carrie is passed out and I am stuck with a totally nude potty training 3 year old and a 4 year old. Yes I said totally nude because when we put pants on him he just pisses in them! So anyway, he immediately tells me that he has to do pee-pee so I whisk him off the the toilet. He does more then pee so I am happy because I am always concerned with my kids bowel movements, or as they say in Nicky’s school BM (what every happened to SHIT?). Fatherhood created a deep concern for the frequency and consistency of my kid’s BM’s (couldn’t resist myself), I don’t know why but it just did….. OK! I proceeded to clean his little butt and resumed my football watching position on the couch. Within seconds Corey tells me that he has to go pee-pee again. So I hoist my fat-ass off of the couch and back to the bathroom. He sits on the seat and immediately says that he is all done. I return to the couch and as soon as I lay down he says it again. Same story….nothing. We do this 2 0r 3 more times within the next few minutes with no results.
Alright, so now I am majorly annoyed. Carrie is still napping and I am trying to watch football with 2 small kids….1 of them nude yelling “I have to go pee-pee!” every 60 seconds. I sit down this time, in anticipation of having to get up again and I look over to see Corey’s face red and straining. You know that look, the look you would expect if a bowling ball was passing through your colon. He says to me in a raspy I am straining type voice “Dad-dy, I – have – to – DO – pooooppy….uuuhhhh”. I jumped up as if Megan Fox were naked at my door only to see a turd hit my living room floor! I yelled “Corey, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” and he simply replied – “Going poop Daddy”. I could not argue that. Before I could grab him and carry him to the bowl a junior turd dropped. What the hell? Needless to say I had to now wake up the wife. I had enough. We cleaned up the 2 turds and his ass to laugh hysterically. Although I was annoyed I was also extremely amused. Sick huh?
Fatherhood has meant a great many things to me over the past 6 year but I never expected that it also means poop on my carpet! How can a kid this cute just drop a DEUCE on my carpet?I don’t know but he only gets this one pass!
I hear splashing in the bathroom which we all know isn’t good when you have small children. I go into the bathroom to see what is going on because the last that I knew, Carrie was in there brushing her teeth.
Corey just felt the desire to place his feet (even though this shot is only one foot) in the toilet. I do not understand kid’s mentality to stick their feet in standing water whether it be puddles…or toilets.
Corey, our 3 year old, has had this nagging little cough for a couple of weeks now. A little over a week ago, Carrie took him to the doctor and he told her it was really nothing to worry about. He prescribed a one week regiment of 2 nebulizer treatments of Albuterol per day. His cough got a little better but didn’t go away. So our next step was to give him Prednisone! Ahhh, if any of you have given your kids Prednisone then you know where I am going.
Corey has always had a sensitive respiratory system and maybe slightly Asthmatic too, so these treatments are nothing new to us. However being on Prednisone is always an experience because it makes him CRAZY! He is so crazy and hyper that he runs, screams, throws himself into walls, on the floor, onto us and just runs around grunting and mumbling. It is actually hysterical most of the time. However it isn’t so funny when you try to change him, ask him to do something or want him to stop banging into the entertainment center. It is like those movies where someone is raised by jungle animals then tries to assimilate back into society!
I had a suggestion and my wife didn’t appreciate it. I wanted to play some of my thrash metal music (being a metal-head of the late 80′s and early 90′s) and see what he does! I also wanted to embed the video of him going crazy in this post but the wife stomped on that idea as well. Sometimes women do not appreciate the humor a man does. Psst….I will get the video up sooner or later…it is hysterical.
If your doctor prescribes Prednisone for your children be prepared. It makes them temporarily nuts!
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