After nearly a week of finally “sleeping through the night,” Zevan had an awful night last night. He was up every couple of hours…We moved downstairs so at least Doug and Zander could sleep. I tried TV, I tried walking around and finally had to nurse him to calm him down. 3 times!

Zander woke up at 5:30 AM, right about the time I finally got Zevan settled down. Of course. :-x

I convinced Zander to go back to sleep, then Zevan woke up again. Argh!

We all 3 got to sleep and then were up at 8:30 AM (so I got to “sleep in” a little). :roll:

While I was getting the energy to get out of bed and get breakfast going, Zander played in his room with his toys. “Excuse me,” he said, “I burped in my body (his way of saying he farted.)

I sickeningly recognized the sound of a very liquidy messy diaper. “Excuse me” he said again. Followed by “Ewww… Mommy, I got something on my leg.” 8-O

Sigh. So I grabbed him and put him in the bathtub to undress him. YUCK. I let him hold the showerhead to rinse himself while I washed him off. Zevan was whining outside of the tub and trying to climb in.

I got Zander showered and clean, then took him out of the tub to dress him. Zevan was complaining, so I took out the baby bathtub and filled it with water and let him sit in it while I dressed Zander.

When I came back in the bathroom, Zevan had pooped in his bathwater. UGH. He protested as I pulled him out of the little bathtub to dump, lean and rinse it so I could fill it again to bathe him. I plopped him back in the clean tub so I could clean the big tub around him.

Then I bathed, diapered and dressed him, too.

Zander said, “Mom, I got some poop on the floor.” Sure enough, there was a spot on his carpet from the original incident. Out came the Oxyclean and a rag. YUCK again.

All within 30 minutes of waking up. Fun.

They had a bland breakfast of dry cereal, fruit and apple juice.

I took Zander to school (I know what you’re thinking, but he’s only there for 5 hours, and I knew he wouldn’t mess a diaper again while he was there – I needed that time!). He’s been pretty good about going there for the past 3 weeks, but not today. As soon as I put him down outside, he clung to my leg and started crying, “I want to go home.” After a couple of minutes, Miss Mary, his favorite teacher, came out and he calmed down.

I rushed off to meet a friend at Ross for shopping to celebrate our recent weight loss.

For some reason, Zevan cried anytime I put him down (much more fussy than he normally is), so shopping was impossible and the dressing room was a nightmare.

I went home empty handed.

This was all before noon.

Luckily, the rest of the day went okay. It didn’t get any worse, anyway. :|