More about wee.

I think Lilly may have just done a wee in the potty!!

I can't be 100% certain because Caitie informs me that she had already done a wee in the potty before I found Lilly sitting on it (it's great that she wees in the potty, but I wish she'd remember to come tell me after she does it so I can go flush it. I once found a potty 3/4 full of wee and it had been less than an hour since I last checked it, that kid is a piddle pup I tells ya!).

Anyway, back to Lilly. I was sitting here and heard a liquidy splashing sound. When I turned to look I saw Lilly sitting on the potty with a big grin on her face.

It's very exciting! She's only 12 and a half months old! If we do it right then soon I won't have to change any nappies at all!! (after 3 years of constant nappy changing this idea is sounding bloody brilliant!)

Wee!

Caitie and Lilly were playing quietly together in the other room when suddenly I heard Lilly start to scream. I went to investigate, only to find them fighting over a little squirty fish bath toy.

I confiscated it under the motherly law of "if you can't share quietly then neither of you can have it" when I realised what the squirty toy was full of, and it was certainly not plain old water.

Wee from the potty!

Ew!!

Floor POO! Most Unexpected.

Not more than 5 minutes ago I was quietly sitting here at the desk writing a list. Caitie happily watching Play School beside me, and Lilly happily emptying the bookshelf behind me (as she does). When suddenly I detected that unmistakable fragrance of baby excrement.

[flashback to half an hour ago] Caitie rips off her undies as she runs for the potty, Lilly watching closely proceeds to remove her nappy. "How cute", I think to myself, "She's trying to be just like her big sister".

[back to the present] I slowly rotate my chair to see Lilly surrounded by a pile of paperback novels. Perhaps I was mistaken, maybe she just farted. I get up to look. I can definitely smell poopies. So I lift up a book. Anne McCaffrey's "The White Dragon" will never be the same again.

Luckily this was the only casualty (Besides the carpet).

Now if you will excuse me, I am going to phone Mum to ask how much it will cost to have the entire house tiled.

Ta!

Yesterday Lilly tried to hand me some poo.

I took off her wet nappy and went to get a new one, but I got side tracked and flopped down on the bed for a minute. She wandered in and started talking to herself in the mirror (as she does).

As I was lying there a strange smell assaulted my nose. It was a poopy kind of smell and I was fairly certain that it was not from my bottom. My first thought was "oh no, Caitie is bringing me her potty again!", but when I sat up she was nowhere to be seen.

My attention turned to Lilly.

Lilly who was holding something in her hand as she headed out the door. "What have you got Lill?" I asked her. She turned to look at me with a huge, beaming smile upon her face, she held out her hand to me and said "Ta!" (which is what she says when she wants to hand me something)

Thank goodness she didn't decide to draw on the walls with it.

Bloody hell, it's HOT!!

Seriously the minimum Temperature last night was 27.7 (degrees celcius) at about 5:30am. It was about 33 at 9am and it hit 40.something at about 1pm. It's now 4:14 and the current temperature is 39.9.

I'm about ready to melt.

Hot weather with small children is slightly different to your normal hot weather. When it's hot you usually like to sit yourself in front of a fan (god I wish we had air conditioning) and you avoid contact with other people because it's too damn hot. But not little kids, for some unknown reason they still want to cuddle you all day. I'm dripping with sweat, they're dripping with sweat, but still we are cuddling.

Plus they keep eating all my icy-poles!

In other news, Lilly pooed on the carpet in the loungeroom yesterday. It wasn't solid little turds this time either . Then we went outside and she pooed on the bricks.

Is it the POX?!?

At first I thought so, but now I have done some extensive searching on the internet and I think she has roseola.

Melli MD makes another sterling diagnosis.

My First Poo Post

As a responsible mother I feel it important to highlight the fact that I see a lot of other peoples poo. By other people I of course mean my own two children, but I don't think that makes it any less icky.

Babies especially have a very special poo power. They are able to stain every single item of clothing they're wearing with a single poop. And then they get to lie there placidly (by placidly I of course mean wriggling around like a slippery little monkey) while some poor sap (ie. Me) cleans them up and changes their clothes and sends them on their way.

Guess what Lilly just did..

Tricksy Chairs

Watching Lilly try to sit on a little kiddy sized chair is rather amusing.

First she looks at the chair, then she starts slowly backing towards it, turning to look at it every so often to make sure it hasn't gotten away. When her butt is pressed against the edge, she then plonks herself down.

This is generally followed with a loud "AAAAYAAEEEAAAARHA-EAAAH" directed at me because surely it's my fault that she finds herself sitting on the floor in front of her target.

At least she has a well padded, nappy covered bottom.

Entry number the one.

Today we went to Kings Park for Lilly's first birthday party.