There is a first time for everything.
Marin is sick. I guess we're lucky we made it eight months without him falling ill. I thought it might be related to the incident discussed in our last post, but after visiting the doctor today it turns out he has a cold and a minor ear infection ...
So, Marin will be ringing in his first New Year to the taste of Amoxicillin and the purr of a humidifier. He is actually doing remarkably better in the last couple hours following his first dose.
Showing newest 11 of 39 posts from December 2009. Show older posts
Showing newest 11 of 39 posts from December 2009. Show older posts
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
It could happen to you
Have you seen the movie Baby Mama (also in the movie trailer) where a mom asks her kid, who appears covered in a mud like substance, if it is chocolate or poop? She then proceeds to taste it declaring "chocolate!" The other adult in the scene asks "what if it was poop?" Today was sort of one of those days ...
Marin hasn't had a full fledged blow out in a while, but late this afternoon he did. MaLeah and I, being the semi experienced parents that we are, immediately went into tag team mode to minimize the damage. Clothes were removed in the appropriate fashion to limit the spread. A quick back check assessment was completed. I held Marin's feet to prevent him kicking himself in the brown eye while MaLeah readied the supplies. The challenge is that even with two people there just aren't enough hands when someone is up to their shoulder blades in poop.
It was like slow motion. I could see what was going to happen before it happened and I knew it was going to happen so fast I wouldn't even be able to say anything before it did. I think MaLeah sensed it too, because she looked up from her preparations just in time to see Marin reach with both hands behind his back and grab two handfuls of fecal matter. He then proceeded to put his hands in his mouth.
I've always wondered what kind of delinquent parents could allow their child to eat poop ... literally put the stuff in their mouth. Well, now I know.
The clean up on aisle three proceeded hastily as we tried to come to grips with what just went down. Marin's hands were still covered, so he added some bonus stripes to his cheek, chest, and generally any exposed skin ... which at this point he was only in a diaper. Somehow we managed to get him clean enough to carry to the tub for a level four decontamination. As the emergency subsided, MaLeah remarked how the same kid that was gagging on peas earlier in the day was giddy during his latest gestational intake.
No, that isn't poop. It is a chocolate "no bake" cookie that I ate while writing this post. I just wanted to provide a visual reference.
Marin hasn't had a full fledged blow out in a while, but late this afternoon he did. MaLeah and I, being the semi experienced parents that we are, immediately went into tag team mode to minimize the damage. Clothes were removed in the appropriate fashion to limit the spread. A quick back check assessment was completed. I held Marin's feet to prevent him kicking himself in the brown eye while MaLeah readied the supplies. The challenge is that even with two people there just aren't enough hands when someone is up to their shoulder blades in poop.
It was like slow motion. I could see what was going to happen before it happened and I knew it was going to happen so fast I wouldn't even be able to say anything before it did. I think MaLeah sensed it too, because she looked up from her preparations just in time to see Marin reach with both hands behind his back and grab two handfuls of fecal matter. He then proceeded to put his hands in his mouth.
I've always wondered what kind of delinquent parents could allow their child to eat poop ... literally put the stuff in their mouth. Well, now I know.
The clean up on aisle three proceeded hastily as we tried to come to grips with what just went down. Marin's hands were still covered, so he added some bonus stripes to his cheek, chest, and generally any exposed skin ... which at this point he was only in a diaper. Somehow we managed to get him clean enough to carry to the tub for a level four decontamination. As the emergency subsided, MaLeah remarked how the same kid that was gagging on peas earlier in the day was giddy during his latest gestational intake.
No, that isn't poop. It is a chocolate "no bake" cookie that I ate while writing this post. I just wanted to provide a visual reference.
Pictures
I realized today that I've taken over 10,000 pictures with our camera (that we bought in mid 2007). That prompted me to look up how many pictures we have of Marin. At only eight months old, we've taken over 6000 pictures of him. There are close to 1000 that have made the cut so far for his blog. With a face like this, how can I resist?
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Hockey
What better way to celebrate Boxing Day than to go to a hockey game? Marin got his 30 seconds of fame on the Megatron again. In this first picture he was banging on the glass behind the Preds bench.
I think Marin might have actually noticed himself on the Megatron this time.
Matthew and Marin at the pre game warm up
I think Marin might have actually noticed himself on the Megatron this time.
Matthew and Marin at the pre game warm up
Friday, December 25, 2009
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