ruff day

if you can't read the caption on his shirt, it says ruff night...

well today has been a ruff day here in the asay household.

6:50 - i hear c awake in his room, squealing and having a grand o' time.  i close my eyes and go back to sleep.

7:07 - he starts fussing, and josh gets up to grab him. i hear this, 'o.. my.. gosh. whit!' i immediately assume he had blown out all over his bed. but instead this is what we found:

this winner of a mom left the bag balm within the reach of his chubby fingers.. and he went to town. i wasn't too bummed until i noticed he got it all over his owl. 

i started the cleaning process by putting c in the tub.. and he basically bounced out of the water because that stuff is so greasy.

called poison control..

cleaned mr. owl...

stripped the bed..

wiped off all the crib rails..

the whole time, cal was following me around whimpering at my feet, wanting to be held..

a few minutes later, he was whining on the baby gate i had placed to keep him on one side of the hall, and crash he and the gate topple over.

o, and dad was leaving for work - something that gets c teared up on normal days.

so i put down the linens, and took c out for a walk.

we played a little and hooray it was nap time.

i threw all the blankets in the hottest cycle with some dawn dishwasher soap.

ran the cycle twice.. 

and left the binky in the balm.. (in fact it is still there)

fast forward through lunch.. more cleaning.. old folk's home.. to this evening.

c had swim lessons.

last week the weather was awful.. traffic even worse, and the night was not the best.

today was different.. i was determined to go to my rs activity after the lessons so i had dinner ready and we ate on the way.. picked up josh on time. got to the lesson on time, and even had the camera (which i am too lazy at the moment to download pictures from).

josh swam with cal.

c did okay. he didn't love it and josh kept commenting that c was drinking lots of water.

the drive home cal screamed till we got to j's car.

i went and took him out and he let out a huge burp.

we get home, i feed him some sweet potatoes and pears,

put him in his jammies.

let him play for a few minutes.

rocked him and gave him his milk..

he was almost asleep when he sits up and starts crying hysterically, 

and then he threw up everywhere.

not a little bit of baby spit up..

but gag me, this smells so horrid, projectile vomit.

right onto his blankets that i had just pulled out of the dryer, and on his teddy that somehow made it out of the morning massacre alive..

 time for another bath (his third for the day), rewash his sheets. scrub the carpets...

i took him downstairs to let him play while his room aired out..

he spills a glass of water all over his fresh jammies, and all over our stack of mail.

wonderful.

new set of pj's.

no more food.

the last clean taggy blanket.

finally this kid is asleep.

you win some, you loose some.

today we were with labron james and lost.