Seriously,...

...where did that come from.

Ok, I'm a mom, and therefore, poop and throw-up are big parts of my day-to-day experience. If you can't handle that, skip this post.

This morning Dillon worked long and hard on his bm. It was like marbles that rolled out of his diaper. This particular experience is sad for Dillon, because it makes him uncomfortable. But, as a cloth dipe mummy, it is pretty great news for me. The harder the poop, easier the clean-up.

I put Dillon down for his afternoon nap and was surprised that he never fell asleep. He was in there for about 45 minutes, and when the talking turned into fussing, and then all out crying, I went in to check on him. I was all ready to scold and reinforce that "this is nap-time" and "you will lay down" and "Mommy's not coming back." I was shocked to discover that he had been in there swimming is his own runny mess. It was everywhere. Neither of us had much fun cleaning it up. And, frankly, we're out of practice as this sort of thing hasn't happened much in the last 6 months.

Later in the day, Dillon was feeling pretty great, having purged himself of some serious nasty. So, to celebrate, he ate too much. After a little play-time, he came back to make sure he still had a mommy and I noticed his face was covered in "I ate too much" barf. Then, as I do, I retraced his steps to find the scene of the crime. He must have been feeling badly about the poop incident, because he had thoughtfully leaned over a conveniently placed rag. Cleaning up barf has never been a more heart-warming experience. I must have the most considerate baby ever born.

I'll end here before I over-think the last statement and change my mind.

Hand, foot and mouth

No, no one is diseased. We just have hand, foot and mouth related news.

Mouth: Dillon was getting his diaper changed on Saturday morning and I saw something in his mouth. A little irked that he had managed to stuff trash in his mouth somewhere between getting out of bed and getting his nighttime diaper changed, I stuck my finger in the remove the offending object. Turns out, it was a tooth. No, not just any tooth, a molar. Out of curiosity, I checked the other side. Yep, Dillon has two top molars. Upon closer inspection, I discovered that he is also getting two more teeth on either side of his front bottom teeth. That's right, he went from two teeth to five with one about to pop up any minute.

Foot: On Thursday morning, Dillon was toddling about with his Aunty and he surprised us all by taking a couple solo steps to get to me. He's been working on it everyday since and is getting pretty good. The video is from Sunday. We couldn't manage to capture his best moments, but he can take 5-6 steps at a time.



Hand: Dillon couldn't have started walking at a better time. I have been getting horrible pain in my left hand. It is one finger at a time, but since I never get a break from picking up, carrying and otherwise handling my 32 lb babe, I never heal from one injury before sustaining another. Just before writing this post, I got a pretty nasty twisted wrist from trying to set Dillon down on his back without hitting his head on the floor.

Duck, NC- June 23

Dillon did finally get in some more beach time. Not much, but enough that he got to taste the sand and bury his feet in it.

Duck, NC-June 22

Dillon went to the pool again, and discovered that being in a swimming pool is like being surrounded by a cool glass of water. Ah, refreshing.

Duck, NC- June 21

On Tuesday, Dillon went to the beach. He really didn't want to sit in the sand. He really didn't want to stand in the surf. He really wanted to sit in his own beach chair, watch the water, and point at all of the screws holding the beach chair together. Later in the day we drove up to the Currituck Island lighthouse. We didn't actually go in the lighthouse, but we saw a real, live snake, and played on the porch of the gift shop.

Duck, NC- June 20

After two travel days, and a no-water Sunday, Dillon finally got wet. We liked the baby pool, but he didn't last very long on account of the sunscreen that got in his eye.





Most of this day's fun happened indoors with aunties, cousins, lids (Dillon loves lids), cheese, and a cardboard "boat."

Duck, NC- June 19

Our first day at the beach was a Sunday. I took Dillon down to the water, but nobody put on their swimsuits. I just wanted Dillon to see the ocean for the first time. Dillon and Hyrum got reacquainted.

History Lesson

As I was making dinner...

...I heard Dillon start laughing in the next room.



I promise, he has real toys. He just doesn't use them.

Dangerous Games

[There is a beach post coming, I promise.]

On Saturday, Dillon figured out how to climb stairs. I took him to the basement with me and stood him up at the bottom of the stairs where I "knew" I'd find him after I switched the laundry. I nearly had a heart attack when I rounded the corner and I couldn't see him. When I got to the stairs, there he was, two steps up, beaming with pride.

Also featured here is the new fuzzy striped diaper we got in the mail today. I have wanted this diaper for months, but it just recently became available from a seller I trust. I'm a little sad we didn't have it for the fourth. Oh well. I'm still in love...with the diaper, and the hiney it covers.