Spit and *hit happen

One cannot believe the amount of bodily fluids being screted at my house this week.  Besides being "Old Faithful" when it comes to spitting (we're talking mass quanities after almost every nursing and for hours after eating!), my 4 1/2 month old daughter Miri has decided that blowing out the old diaper every couple of days might be fun.  Why can't she just poop every day like she used to?  Now she saves it up and blows out at least one diaper and outfit every couple of days.  This sometimes makes a mess on the floor but has managed to attack me recently.  As if smelling like sour milk wasn't appealing enough to my hubby I know can add poop to it.  Thank goodness she's a nursing baby so it's not as nasty as it could be!  But still gross!

But Miri isn't the only one who's decided to share her fluids.  My 3 year old Mazee has been so dog tired going to bed these days, she's been wetting the bed.  Now there are solutions to this such as making sure she potties as close to bedtime as possible, limiting fluids passed such and such a time or wearing a pull-up (like you can get this BIG girl to wear one!).  While these work, nothing prepared me for last nights pee extravaganza.  Around midnight I hear Mazee calling for me, however not from her bedroom but from the living room.  She had the garage door open and was calling for me to come in.  She must of been sleep walking.  When I asked her what was wrong and if she needed to potty she proceeded to pee on the floor.  I don't have to wash bedding today,  but I did have to wash the rug.

One might want to know why this must all be happening right now, well I'll tell you why, Murphy's Law.  Murphy gets in my way a lot.  See I am not what one would call a neat freak, but I do keep my house some what clean.  The problem lies in the fact that I just did a major scrubbing of the floors.  We're talking hands and knees, took me 2 hours, even threw the rugs in the washer cleaning.  Ergo we must now do everything possible to get the floor back to it's original dirt riddled condition. 

I should also include Deegan's recent pee story.  Can't leave him out.  I go outside to check on him and Mazee and the dog  brushes up against me.  She is wet.  "Deegan you're not supposed to be spraying the dog with your water gun."  I say in a firm motherly voice.  Deegan replys, "But Mom, I didn't!  I was trying to take a pee and she got in the way."  Thank goodness this mess happened outside!

Spit and shit, two great words.  Not only do they rhyme, but they happen often at this house!