Oh What a Night

Keith and I decided that we were going to watch a movie last night... Simple right? HA! first off unless we want to go to bed really late we have to start it while we are eating dinner. Then of course I have to stop in the middle of it so that the baby can have her bath and bottle before going to bed. Of course she eats dinner the same time we do now so that isn't a big deal. Anyway, so we stop the movie to take care of buisness. I give her a nice bath which she enjoys so I always let her play in the water after. Keith decideds he is going to sit with us so I ask him to watch her while I put a fresh sheet on the crib since earlier she spit up in there. Next thing I know Keith is going banshie calling my name. Sooo, there I go in the bathroom and what do I see before me? Emily in her tube sitting in her own crap! Oh just lovely. Keith is yelling " She is sitting in S***! Really? My thoughts are why didn't he pull her out? Anyway, I grab her and tell him to pull the tube out which still has poop in it. I put her back in the main tube and re-wash her real quick while Keith dumps out the brown stuff. While he is doing this he keeps telling me how gross it and is swearing the whole time. Then I go to get the BIG Dump that is left over because Keith won't touch poop, he is making gagging sounds the whole time. I go back to attend to Em when out sprouts pee-pee all over her clean self... Do I wash her AGAIN? Hell no, I use babywipes and call it a night. I was of course making good use of the F word by then. Nothing is ever simple...blah blah blah. Keith starts gagging and heaving again as I plunge her nose full of boogers... It seems like everytime I actually get him to help us out something dramatic happens and it gives him more reason to announce that these things are my job. Maybe Em is doing it on purpose... I can't remember the last time she pooped in the tube so why do it now? Anyway, that was just the icing on the cake yesterday. Both the dogs had puked all over the floor at different times in the afternoon, Levi of course is pulling his own hair out in cup fulls still on the bed of all places, and Em had decided that it is much more fun to have a wresteling match while changing diapers. It just seemed like one bad thing after another kept happening yesterday... Keith was lucky and got to come home to a crying wife yesterday... I was starting to feel over my head with the baby, animals, and trying to keep up with housework. I didn't help that I had heard from my Mother in law that my brother in law Ian told her my house looks more "lived in" now... I am taking that to mean my house is more messy, which I am not pleased about. I know he didn't mean anything by it but I am just used to my house always being clean, I know it isn't now, but to hear somebody say it to another person got to me for some reason. I guess I am still trying to accept the fact that I am indeed not Wonder Woman and can't do everything myself... taking care of the baby is a full time job let alone the house added to it.
For those of you that don't know, Emily is eating Cheerios now and some other table foods. She started eating real bananas yesterday and diced peaches. She really likes it. We are going to attempt some new stuff like noodles, things like that. She is doing pretty good, not the greatest picker uper but getting there.
I have to buy something new to bather her... she has totally outgrown that tube... probably do that this weekend. Other things are going to be put in storage as well... the baby swing, the infant car seat. I can't belive that she is going to be considered a toddler in a couple of months... It is going to be sad putting these things away but we can't just leave them out. Just like we can't keep her as a baby forever... I just read some research that suggested this is the age where babies no longer see the mother and themselves as one person, they are begining to understand they are an individual. She is more like a person now rather than a baby, if you know what I mean. She is doing the Army crawl now and almost has the real crawling down. Pretty soon she will be pulling herself up then comes walking... I can't say I am not looking forward to her being able to wipe her own butt but it is hard to let go of her being a baby. I know it has been hard and trying at times but it has been the best part of my life and it has been one of the shortest. A new chapter is opening, a new chapter will always be opening and another will be closing. I wonder if it will always be so difficult for me to turn the page and go on to the next? I don't know but I do know that I always have the next part of the story to look forward to...
Until next time... Ta-ta