A little chaos anyone?

What a weekend. Where to begin?

Well, first of all baby S was in a bad way on Saturday night. I think it was his teeth, which is the stock answer to all the problems from three months to three years. Basically you look at each other with a lost expression, "I have no idea why he's crying nonstop like we're sticking pins in him, do you?" Then you shrug and one of you suggests, "maybe it's his teeth?" And then you agree because "whew" you have a diagnosis. You feel totally helpless if you can't come up with a diagnosis for an incessantly crying baby. Anyway, baby S completely regressed Saturday evening and decided that the only way he was going to be okay was to nurse from about six pm until, ... well all night actually.

We'd moved out of the living room for renovation reasons, by the way if you aren't au courant to what's going on in our home just realize that we shuffle our bedroom around a lot as work on the house dictates. We basically have no bedroom ourselves. Baby S has the honor of having the one and only bedroom in the chateau, lucky kid. Anyway, back to the woes of us, we decided to drag our portable mattress upstairs and sleep in baby S's room, which was a good idea for S and Seb, but extremely torturous for me. I haven't coslept with S since July so it was rough. He has become so much more squirmy. I didn't sleep at all.

All day Sunday he was just miserable so I let him nurse off and on a lot during the day. This helped him to sleep and calmed him. On the one hand I was thankful for the fact that he still nurses and I can calm him, but on the other hand I really want to have my prolactin levels as low as possible for conception purposes. I get nervous that we won't have a successful IVF because my levels are high, so I'm trying to wean him completely.

So, this was all coming out of Saturday's peachy morning.

Saturday morning was hell. See, I sometimes leave S upstairs to play in his room where all his toys are. I can hear him from downstairs with the baby moniter and he has his little toys box to raid and his house to play in. Great fun and yes very much like baby prison. "Mom time" if you will be so pc to call it that. A moment to regain my sanity. Well, I had stupidly left a dirty diaper, and by dirty I mean very 'poopy', on the top of the diaper bin. Since we use cloth you have to rinse them in the toilet. No this is not gross but very ecological my friends, poop goes in the toilet not the trash. Anyway, back to the bin, oh yes, I was supposed to take the diaper DOWNSTAIRS you see but I forgot. S was playing happily, so much gurgling and joyous "nya nya's" that even Seb was surprised. It had been a good 15 minutes of this or maybe more, so I decided to sneak a peek. You guessed it. Poop everywhere, even in his hair. He'd even played with his toys and covered all of those with poop. I had to scrub the carpet with a brush. We had to give him a bath and wash almost everything in his room with soap and then alcohol. Two hours later I finally sat on the sofa and said "I need wine with lunch," and if you've ever scrubbed poop off of a Fisher Price Little People farm set you will feel my pain.

Oh and I musn't forget to mention the 'cereal bowl in the lap' incident Sunday morning. My lap, not his...and in the slippers...and on the computer. Oh and the bowl that simultaneously broke was from the pottery market in Annecy, a sentimental piece I use every morning.

See this is why they make them so damn cute. Otherwise we'd never survive the toddler years.