So here’s what happens when you go to Costco and your child notices you buy raisins and you come home and he demands them and then demands you feed him All Bran Buds and then demands a few prunes. Massive, mega explosions!
You see, he used to be able to eat such things, prunes and raisins and grains never gave him the runs, I guess he was used to it at the time. It’s been a while since we’ve had raisins.
It was interesting to see ballooned raisins all over his bed at 4am this morning…and I could see how well he’s been chewing up his carrots, quite well actually. I’m not too sure how impressed Brent was but he was very quiet while he scrubbed poop from the carpet. Funny how I just knew, from the moment I woke up to the sound of Silas crying, that something very bad had happened.
But, as I was laying his freshly sponge-bathed body down on his fresh sheets he sang the harmony line to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star perfectly, without prompting and without help. He found all the right note and he did it perfectly. Is this normal?? Ahhhh he is so neat.
Earlier in the evening I asked Brent to check his bum. Silas always asks to go upstairs in the evening then he poops. So I thought he probably had pooped. I heard Brent say “how is that even possible?”. I ran to see what was going on and there was a pool of poop at the top of his diaper…like a poo pool. One swift movement and it would have spilled over. I yelled “to the shower” and off we went. Silas was pleased and said something along the lines of “clean your poop in the shower!”. He’s used to such things.
Brent gave me strict instructions to not feed this kid fiber today. I think I’ll be a good wife and obey (BAAAHAHAHA…a good wife…obey..ha ha ha).
But those All Bran Buds…wowee…I think I found my new breakfast for everyday. It’s like poop heaven. TMI?
So, Zaza Bags, you better head over there and bid like crazy hungry wild animals looking for prey (kinda like Isaac with watermelon…you gotta read yesterday’s post if you haven’t). Yours truly made one and I actually think it’s genius. It only has one bid so you’re all in luck. Here’s the bags…click on them to view more photos and to bid on them.
I think I’ll force feed myself raisins. 🙂 Or prunes.
After all that he still was ready to sing. Aaah what a sweetie.
It amazes me, Leah, that you are so eloquently poetic about such disgusting topics. And the visual descriptions… SO thorough. Thank you, I had forgotten that stage….. thankfully.
Good BFZ advertising. :o) LOVE PB&J!