Yesterday was an interesting day. got the daily email from Mattan's day care which said that he went Potty.... a great milestone for any parent. that is the favorite story my dad tell ms on how i did it all by myself- but i don't know at what age, hoping before 10). so this particular milestone is important to me as well.
I went to the J and ran a mile. 2 years ago this was easy, but in my current shape it was not, took me a while to return to a mile, feeling refreshed, went to pick up Mattan. his teachers told me that he pooped twice- once they saw him trying and urged/hoisted him to the loo. the 2nd time, he asked by himself....oh the joy.
headed home excepting an accident free evening- boy was i wrong. at first Tal as asleep, and i managed to force Mattan twice for number 1, he is much more resistant at home.
an hour later, I see Mattan in a particular pose, and i rush him to the toilette- to deliver the package to its final destination, i ask him where the poop is going, he knows where, he chooses to be a baby much longer at home.
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Tal had pink eye, and i woke him up to give him medication and have him crawl around , or he would wake up at night. i find the best way to give medication is as he wakes. since he is still groggy.
after the drugging i gave him a bottle. he took just half or so.
few minutes later, Tall spews the milk, some of it- he used to spit a lot, much less lately , but i dont know how much of the medication, if any did he absorb, since mile and medication are both white.
while i am busy cleaning up the couch, Mattan is left to his own devices. i found it is an accident risk when he is left alone and is quite. now he tells me that he went poo again. what , 4 times in one day!!! and also peed. he didnt have a pee accident in a while now.
i take them both to the shower room, i place Tal on the floor behind Mattan's plastic stairs and examine the payload. i undress him and extract the goods to their watery grave, but there is more. i dont know how a chunky chunk got under his toe! i lift him up and try to wash it off, while mattan complains that he has poop on him and Tal is not docile and tries to clime the stairs.
this is where it gets tricky, since Tal begins to cough and spit again. i put mattan down with some poop on his legs still, and take Tal, he has snot mixed with milk coming out of his nose, and his spit has some brownish chunks coming out. this is where is begin to dread, was there another rolling piece of poop... if so, did Tal try to eat it???? OMG, i don't know, the poor baby coughs and spits for a minutes , and chunks come out, I do anything but taste to determine the source of these chunks and i am 83% sure it is not poop. but there is room for error, i clean some poop of the toilet stairs from Mattan's toe. wash his Pooish legs and then we all relax in a hopingly poop free tub.
i put Tal to sleep right after, he slept the night through and so did Mattan- this day finally ended.
I wish i had a Camera on Allla's face when she reads this...i may not come home tonight....safer that way.
Last week for Alla's birthday we had a date night
we started with Fat cat's on the trendy Tremont area, my weight loss race just started so i ate a fish and watched Alla put down soup, bready thing, mash potatoes, fried chicken - so had no choice but to assist the chocolate desert. nice place, but limited selection for culinary deficient people such as myself. Alla wanted to go dancing, so we headed to the Vault. which is arguably the place to be in Cleveland. the issue is not where, but when. the place opens at 9, we arrived at 8:54 and were let in through the fancy door. the place does look like a vault- lots of heavy vault like doors, with real looking mechanism, and red lighting. we went to the bar and the bar lady happily announced that we were the first, cool people come first. we talked on the length to come from Solon to here, typical dance chat. we ordered drinks and the bar lady asked if we want to open a tab. No, we both answered in unison. cheap minds think alike. we toured the area, Alla taking in what elements can fit in our house. after a while we started dancing, we were the only ones on the floor.
people slowly arrived, people in jackets and dresses, no one dancing. only one guy joined us later by climbing on the go go dancer elevated area and started dancing by himself. the DJ finally arrived... few minutes later we reached our curfew and headed home
this may be my last blog.... I hope you enjoyed reading...
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