The Update...

I know you have all been dying to know what's been going on in Carter's room at night since the last post. Well, we bought some underwear on a whim, with no real intention of using them. Carter absolutely loves wearing them over whatever he has on. We have discovered that the combination of a diaper, with a onsie over it, with his underwear over that, and then his pajamas, has prevented any more poop smearing playtimes.

I just had to add this cute little picture of my Andi moo. She loves books.

Fourth Meal

DISCLAIMER: This post is meant primarily for parents, or those who do not mind disturbing potty stories about poopoo and peepee. The word poop, or some derivative of it appears in this post more than ten times. Consider yourself warned. :)

It all began on a dark and cool summer evening. Jefferson had gone to bed long before I had to get some rest so he could wake up early and study for his finals the next day. I decided at about 10:45 to peak in on my little munchkins before I hit the hay. I opened the door and noticed that all of Carter's clothes from the dresser were strewn about the room. It made me laugh so I went and grabbed the camera to snap a picture.

Upon entering the room the second time, I noticed that it smelled of poop. "Oh great," I thought, "Carter is poopy and going to have the worst diaper rash in the morning." That's when I noticed a nice little diaper, full of poo, laying on the ground next to Carter's bed (look in the lower, right hand corner of the above picture). I look over and there is Carter, bare bummed in bed. I just laughed. I don't blame the kid, I wouldn't want to sleep in a poopy diaper either!

I placed a nice, clean, fresh, diaper on his bare bum, kissed him on the forehead and went to bed. I could not wait to tell Jefferson about the story in the morning. We both had a good laugh about it and joked that maybe it was a sign to start potty training.

Fast forward to the next night. Both Jefferson and I decide to check on the kids and assess the damage before we went to bed. All the clothes are all over the floor again, and lo and behold, Carter has another poopy diaper waiting for us on the floor and his little bum is bare in bed again. We laughed about it, put on a clean diaper, gave his hands a scrub with a wipe, just in case, and said goodnight." Miraculously enough, there was no poop on this boy. He was pretty careful in the removal of his diaper. Or so we thought... dun dun dun!

I go in this morning to get my kiddies out of bed and the smell of poo hits me like a ton of bricks when I open their door. I see on the floor, next to where Carter's diaper was last night, a little piece of poo. I pick it up with a wipe and go and dispose of it. Disaster averted.

I come back in the room and it still smells like poo... a lot. I check Carter. Sure enough, he's poopy. "Bummer for his bum," I think. Oh well, good thing we have some Desitin. I turn off their fan and open the kids' curtains, like always, and go to get Andi out of her crib. That's when I saw it.... the source of that awful poo smell. Andi's crib had poo smeared all over it...

....the railings, the sheets, the bumper pad...

(this is after I had already taken a wipe to Andi's face... if you look closely there's a little bit still dried on there)

...... her stuffed animal, her blanket, her face, her pajamas, her feet, her hands....

Carter was just being a good brother and sharing. Sharing is caring, right? I just laughed and laughed and laughed. I am sure that some ended up in Andi's mouth because it was all over her face and hands, hence the title of the blog... If she's not feeling so hot today, at least I will know why. After a nice long soak in the tub, a couple of loads of laundry, and some serious contemplation about potty training, my two kids are back to normal; whatever that is.

Any advice on potty training for those of you who have been through the ringer before? In the meantime, we are going to try at least one of a few things: duck tape, a onsie on over the diaper, or putting the diaper on backwards. Wish us luck!

Happy Father's Day

Happy Father's Day to my Dad and to my sweet husband and fabulous father of our children!

Mommy moments

I have had a lot of mommy moments this past week:

*Carter & Andi staying up for an hour and a half after we put them in bed just laughing and playing. It really is tender to hear the two of them in there having a good time.

*Andi found a binky today and just crawled around everywhere with it in her mouth. It just made me laugh because we haven't seen her with a nuk in since she was about two months old. She looked so funny to me.

*Carter has started helping me put Andi down for her naps. He'll follow us into her room where she naps and close the curtains, turn the fan on, and then help me sing to Andi. It's pretty cute.



*I was in the dining room feeding Andi a snack and Carter got really quiet and I wasn't sure where he was. I came out into the living room and he had grabbed all his "friends" and his blanket and was just sitting on the couch in silence. It was good reminder that kids just need a little bit of quiet time to reflect.


*I grabbed my stuff to head out the door to a church meeting this morning and Carter usually whines a little when either Jefferson or I leaves, but this morning he just looked at me and said, "See ya later Mama." What are you Carter, 13?!

*Andi will stop at nothing to get to my Diet Coke... she is her Grandma and Grandpa Stewart's granddaughter.


*Andi eating. Her nickname is Moo and she is a moo when it comes to eating. She always eats two fisted and just slams it into her mouth. I am pretty sure she out-eats everyone in the family. We love our good eating Moo!

*We got to have a picnic outside yesterday. It was so nice to get some sunshine... we were all happier because of it. Carter was chasing a moth on the lawn and I had to use all of the strength I had not to curl up into a ball and hide from the "butterfly." I didn't have the heart to tell him it was really a disgusting, hideous, frantically fluttering moth.

Supper- super pepper upper- time!

Just a typical Harmon dinner time. Jefferson and I started laughing about something and Carter decided to chime in with this fake laugh for about five minutes. He had me laughing so hard that I was crying. This is just a glimpse into the noise and mess and ragga-muffins we are! :)

Happy Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday to my brother Ben!! He is an awesome big brother, husband, and dad. We are so glad that we live close enough to see him and his family every once in a while. We hope you had a great birthday!

We've been....

On a picnic! On Saturday we decided to get pizza, which is a real treat around here, and have a picnic in our living room. The kids loved it, and Carter really enjoyed feeding Andi.

We also hit up our nephew's birthday party on Sunday. Happy birthday Grayson! He turned the big 2! Carter and Andi had fun playing with their cousins and friends. Sharon made a really cool train cake, which was delicious. We had fun time down in Salem with everyone.

And Carter...

No, I have not forgotten about my sweet boy Carter. How could I?! He has been a little bit of a handful this past week. He, too, is teething and just being a little independent two year old. Carter loves saying his prayers before bed. I caught him and Jefferson right before he hit the hay a couple of nights ago.

Carter loves being outside and sometimes he will just lean up against our glass sliding door, crying to go outside. We were ecstatic when we had a little patch of sunny, warm weather yesterday afternoon. We took full advantage of the few hours and laid out a blanket and ate ice cream cones. Carter enjoyed it, as you can see.

I have discovered that two year olds are quick and sneaky. I misplaced Carter twice in one day! The first time he was opening the front door and I went and opened the sliding glass door right next to the front door (literally two feet apart) to go outside and scare him. He was out of my view for about one second and when I went to the front door he was gone. I figured he had run back inside because there was no way he could have run out of my site outside in that one second. I came inside calling for him and he didn't answer. We checked both the bathrooms, all the bedrooms, he was nowhere. By this time Jefferson was outside running around looking for him. We looked for maybe a total of two minutes was all, but it felt like an eternity. We finally found him behind our apartment where he had chased a cat. He has never gone back there before and I have never felt so panicked in all my life.

The second time I misplaced him was last night. We always go in to peak on our kids before going to bed. They have just started sharing a room this past week and have done great with it. There is the occasional chatter and giggle from the both of them, but we love seeing them in there each night, sound asleep. I didn't see Carter on his bed when we went in there last night. I pulled off the sleeping bag and blanket that were on his bed and he wasn't there. I looked around the room and he wasn't on the floor anywhere. I started to go over to the closet to see if he was in there and Jefferson just pointed to the crib. How precious is this?