Wednesday, June 27, 2007

A day in the life...

Today was one of those crazy days. The kind where we were on the go and I wished I had my big ole baseball bag packed with bottled water, sunscreen, snacks, wet wipes and distractionary tactics. But I didn’t. I forgot. And so today was extremely interesting. (Although, I’m thinking now, the bag wouldn’t have prevented any of the following…)

At the ball game
Leah and Zack were playing under the bleachers when I lost sight of the little guy.

“Leah?” I called. “Where’s your brother?”

“He’s right here,” she said. “And could you come and get him? He’s embarrassing me.”

What? She’s four. How does she even know what embarrassing is? And excuse me, but you’re the young lady with plumber’s crack. There’s an embarrassing gene, missy, and everyone in this family’s got it!

Then, later, Zack climbed up to me on the bleachers.

“Mom, there’s poo,” he said. “Come see.”

“No thanks,” I said. “I already know what poo looks like.”

“NOOOOO,” he said. “Come see.”

Worried that he might play with it if I don’t take a gander, I climbed down the bleachers and followed him to the backside (haha) where, he’s right, there was indeed a pile of human feces. How or why it got there, I was not interested in knowing. “See!” he said, triumphant. “There’s poo.”

“Let’s leave the poo alone,” I told him. Puzzled, he looked at me. “No,” he said. “I still wanna see it.”

As I was dragging Zack away, Leah, who had come to take a peek, informed me, “You should clean it up.”

“Listen,” I said, in my adult voice, wanting to make this one thing very clear. “I may clean the poo up at our house, but it’s not mommy’s job to clean the poo up at the baseball field.” She nodded, satisfied.

At McDonalds for a lunch date with our Great Uncle Bill

Leah opened the alarmed door and sent a very packed playland into a tizzy. After which I offered a very public apology.

Zack became extremely disappointed that his Surf’s Up toy wasn’t Cody. (Who, by the way, is Cody, and why has my son, who has yet to see the movie, developed such an affinity for him?)

At the doctor’s office

I got nothing. Zack had his three-year checkup and one shot without incident. (Woohoo!)

So there you have it. Motherhood is not only fun, but it’s funny. Funny haha, or funny looney? Well, you be the judge.


My Minivan Is Faster Than Yours said...

Ewww, who leaves poop lying around? Aren't you glad you live with a detective :-).

Slackermommy said...

What's up with the poop? Someone just squatted and took a crap? I'm intrigued. Mom's certainly have a lot of funny stories to tell.

shauna said...

Okay, so I'll share my thoughts as to the orgin of the poo: it was in a place where a lot of the little kids had been playing(in the stairway behind the bleachers) and the closest bathroom was across this dirt road and over a hill. I think a kid just had to go really bad and didn't think there was any other option than to either drop the drawers and go, or, go in the pants and them shimmer "it" out. Ew. I know.

The Rose Family said...

I think that I'd freak if my child found human excrement. You handled it extremely well! And the alarm door?!?! I can see my usband doing that, so I shudder at the thought of what my kids might do one day!

Pinks & Blues Girls said...

I love "the embarrassing gene!" The joys of motherhood are wide and vast! :)

Jane, P&B Girls

Midwest Mommy said...

Ha! I originally thought Zach did the poop thing and that is why he was embarrassing his sister! Sometimes I need to read more carefully and see the LATER part.

shauna said...

midwest mommy,
Oh, now that would've been funny! Unfortunately Zack is perfectly content to soil his diapers and stew in them for awhile. Hence, we've had no suck luck in the potty training arena. *sigh* I can say with a fair amount of certainty that the poo did not belong to Zack.