Thursday

So, Thursday was supposed to be the day. Adam wore underwear and sat on the toilet every 15 or so minutes. We didn't really have any progress in the morning, but I wasn't concerned yet. Then at 11 I diapered him and laid him down for a nap. At around 1 I laid Caleb down for a nap as well. At that point Adam had been sleeping 2 hours, which is a pretty long nap for him. Still, I thought there was a chance I might sneek in a few minutes of sleep myself. I got in bed, curled up, and didn't wake up for 3 hours. That's right folks, Adam took a 5 hour nap. When I woke up I had to go check on him to make sure he was still alive. He woke up when I went in his room so I got him up. My poor baby was burning up! He had a fever of like 102 degrees. I gave him tylenol and a bath and it climbed up to 103. I felt so bad for the poor little guy. The worst part was that Kyle and I had plans that we couldn't really cancel.
I got ready to go out and prepared the boys for their night with grandma and grandpa. Kyle got home and went to check something on the computer. Adam started whining so I sat down on the floor and held him. We were rocking, with his whining getting worse and suddenly Adam leaned his head slightly forward to burp. Only it wasn't a burp. It was about a quart of puke! Nasty stuff too. Curdled milk, red popsicle, barbeque chips, all digested for a perfect blend of regurgitation.
Being the good mom that I try to be, I held on to Adam, who was scared from what had just happened to him,(first time puker ya know) instead of throwing him off of me like I wanted to. My outfit was saturated, including my white shirt. It was my first time in years being able to wear this particular shirt on account of baby fat. Last night was the first time I felt good enough (read "skinny enough") to wear it. Kyle came to the rescue with towels. I ran to the laundry room and stripped to the skin while Kyle cleaned up. I felt bad leaving him with both boys while he was cleaning. There he was scrubbing barf while one son whined cause he didn't feel good, and the other clammored to get at the pink chunky stuff. But I couldn't keep the clothes on to help him. Not only that, we were now running late.
In the laundry room I threw everything that had been tainted into the washing machine and started running it. Eventually we got out of the house. I packed an extra set of pajamas in case there was a repeat at grandma and grandpa's house. Little did I know the repeat would happen before we ever reached them. That's right. All over the car. Car seat, blanket (my heat stopped working so they always have blankets on them in the car), some even leaked on to the seat, though I don't know how. We got to my parents' house, cleaned that mess up and got in our friends' car. I began frantically searching for my cell phone, in case there was an emergency (more of an emergency) that we needed to get the boys for. Can't find it. Can't find it. I give up and just figure I left it at home. When we get home later I go to change the laundry. There's my phone, still tucked nicely into my jeans. It's beautifully clean. If only I could turn it on....
Oh and potty training has been postponed indefinitely.