This weekend, Mark's sister came to our house for an impromptu visit along with her husband and daughter who is about three weeks older than Jagger. We went to our town's annual summer parade, carnival and bull riding event. We had a great time! Anyhow, after the parade full of old men driving funny cars and twelve year olds driving hundred thousand dollar tractors, we went to the carnival and walked around for a bit. We didn't stay long because Trent needed to go down for his nap. As usual, Trent fell asleep on his way home, so I took him out of the car and put him straight to bed where he continued to sleep for about ten minutes. In the meantime, I took Jagger to my room to nurse him and cool off from the heat.
I turned Trent's video monitor on, put Jagger on the boppy and began to let him chomp away. Suddenly, I heard Trent say, "Poo poo yucky. Poo poo yucky." I rolled my eyes and yelled for Mark but he was in the backyard, relaxing in the kiddie pool. Yes, you heard it right...he was sitting in Trent's pool with a beer. Not wanting to pull Jagger off the boob just yet, I called Mark and told him that Trent had pooped. Clearly annoyed, yet being the fabulous father that he is, Mark dried off and came into the house to change Trent.
I continued to nurse as I watched (via the monitor) Mark pull Trent out of his bed and then disapper from view as he changed his diaper. Suddenly, I heard a stern, "Tianna," come through the speaker. I picked up the monitor and was shocked to see a very scary face looking back at me. I did not see my handsome husband in that tiny screen! No, I saw crazy, pissed off eyes glaring at me through the video screen. My husband was kind enough to reenact the scene for me just so I could take a picture of it and post it on my blog. Below is a version of what I saw, although in reality, he looked much more angry and not like he was trying to suppress a smile. Here it is:
When I didn't get there quick enough, he moved in for the kill and I then saw this...
I have to admit, I laughed out loud. Seeing my husband's mug that close up was surprising to say the least. Mark's voice continued to boom, "Tianna, I need help in here NOW." Hearing the tone of his voice, I knew it had to be serious and luckily, Jagger had finished eating. I quickly made my way to Trent's room where I discovered a fully disrobed toddler staring back at me innocently along with a very angry husband. I asked what had happened and was soon mortified when Mark explained in his most disgusted tone that our adorable son had decided to paint his room in his own poop! I've said it before and I'll say it again....what is it with my son and poop?!
Anyhow, Trent had decided to paint his sheet, bumper and stuffed animals with the yucky stuff but unfortunately, it didn't end there. Nope, he threw some on the world's largest teddy bear which sits to the left of his crib. Needless to say, it was quite the task to clean it all up.
I yearn for the day when my kid loses his interest in his own poo!
On a happier note, we had a great weekend with Mark's family. Here is a picture of the babies, hanging out.
And here they are, staring at the fan:
Here's the chunky monkey moving and grooving:
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