Swiffer IKE

We have been cooped up in the house for quite some time. I'm not used to being inside so long. I would like to go running or go to the park and walk my dogs (which we normally do EVERY single night), but as an Okie, I am not used to this negative wind chill we have and definitely cannot take the little man out in it. So in the house.

Tuesday, Ike had his very first day of school. He seemed to have liked it, but the teachers looked very 'Iked' when I picked him up. They asked m

e if I 'just held him all the time'. "Yes", I answered. "Oh, that would have been helpful to know", they answered. Well, I don't know anything about

children. I thought

for sure they would know better than me. It probably doesn't help that we use BabyG diapers, which I think are much easier to use than the regular non-biodegrading kind. I don't think they were trying to be mean, anyway. Ike just likes to be held so he can see what we are seeing. He has to ask what everyth

ing is and why. We just carry him around and he points to things and says "Wha?", he has't put the 't' on 'what' yet.

Today was going to be his second day, but the schools are closed due to the horrible cold weather. So today we cleaned.

I would like to share two of the several things people told me would happen with a baby.

1) "The Super Bug": I had the worst cold ever the week of Christmas with chills and a fever. I haven't had a fever in over ten years. But that is nothing compared to the stomach issue I had yesterday. I woke up feeling really hot. Weird because I am very cold natured. Then it went way down hill. Then I would feel okay. We even went to Gymboree (This was before I realized I was actually sick), every time I would, umm 'get sick', I would start to feel better and by the time it was really bad I knew I could put Ike to sleep and then Luke would be home from work.

2) "The Poop Tornado": Monday I was doing yoga during Ike's nap. I saw that he had woken from the monitor, but he was singing and playing with his sound machine, so I decided to finish. I went in there to discover he had a major poop and then had been jumping up and down, rolling around and bouncing everywhere! (fortunately not with his hands.) This was a nightmare for me. Of course our washing machine had broken the night before. Sculley and Mulder were trying to 'help' me. Ike is screaming. I'm trying to clean him up, because as you are probably aware, poop was all over him. I had to give him his first mid-day bath. He was in a cloth diaper-which went promptly in the trash. After the bath, Ike seemed traumatized, I was trying to strip his bed and the dogs were trying to help. Here I am trying to get a square mattress out of a crib that basically sits on the floor, trying to untie the crazy hard knots I stick on his bumper, and trying not to touch poop all while fending off a baby crawling up my leg and screaming with dogs trying to see what I am doing and licking Ike to try and get him to stop screaming. NIGHTMARE. Our whole house smelled like poop.

Today was a better day :)