My son aka: Monkey never fails to keep me on my toes. For a 17 month old kid, he sure keeps the comedy going. Of course I love every minute of it.
I am completely convinced that in his last life he was a Spanish speaking Soap Opera lover. His favorite show is Hola Bebé and he can sit and watch soaps (Spanish or English) without movement. I know, I know, soaps aren’t appropriate 17 month old entertainment. But I am telling you, he LOVES All My Children. And that’s not so bad, right?
For lunch today, I made turkey sandwiches and as always cut his up into tiny little perfect triangles. He promptly gave all of his to the dogs. Guess I should give up my dreams of opening a deli.
Today is day number two of his 2nd worst diaper rash of all time. His bum is actually bleeding. The first time this happened was when he was only a few weeks old and lemme tell you, it wasn’t a picnic then either. Now, don’t go calling Child Care Services on me. I am an *excellent* mother. So the diaper rash is not from lack of motherly love or devoted diaper changing. But regardless, it doesn’t make me feel any better. When he cries I cry. I can’t help it. I know this doesn’t help the crying, because it just makes him cry worse, but I really can’t help it. I just want to die when he is in that pain.
So in the spirit of “air it out” diaper fashion, he has been running around for about the last 30 minutes in his birthday suit. Thus, “airing out” his tush. I hope it helps because his poor butt is screaming red. *ouch* Last time we played the “Airing out” game, we then had to play the “carpet cleaning” game. Let’s pray he doesn’t plan a redo of that one. Meanwhile, his P.K.G. is getting a LOT of extra *ahem* attention. Hope he doesn’t hurt himself.
He has decided that as of today, he no longer can walk around safely without his beloved blue blanket. Somehow, while he was sleeping, his brain told him that he cannot let the blue blanket leave his grip. And there it has stayed all day long. I even had to fold it and put it on his lap for him to eat breakfast and lunch. I tried to take it away but the screams made me worry the glass would break in my house, so I gave in. As of this moment, he is toddling around singing and waving the blue blanket behind him like a tail. Maybe we should start calling him Linus.