Thursday, March 02, 2006

Grab Your Hazmet Suits....

We've got a toxic ass on our hands! This morning, Dylan slept in a bit. When I finally woke him, he had blown through this diaper. Ok, I figured that it was because he had slept in. We took the train into work (as usual) but Dylan usually falls asleep when we go underground, near the end of our trip. Today, he conked out almost immediately. Still, we went in and I dropped him off at day care. I was in my office for maybe an hour when the phone rang. It was day care, the boy had turned toxic, please come and get my stinky ass son from day care (ok, they didn't say that but whew, they had every right to!). I called Marc because there was no way in hell that I was going to risk a diaper blow out on the train. We finally got home and the first thing we did was get him some pedialite then off for a 2 hour nap. He got up, played a little then another huge nap. In between, I changed some hideous diapers. I finally found the themometer and he had a 100.6 temp (under his arm). He's sleeping now. I just checked on him and I swear, stinky butt and all, he is the most beautiful boy in the whole wide world.

10 comments:

  1. Poor little fella...nothing worse than a butt that won't cooperate.

    Give him an extra cuddle from me (but you don't have to tell him it's from me...I don't really want to be creepy internet lady hugging others' babies -hehehe)

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  2. Poor little guy...(and mom for having to clean thoose toxic diapers YIKES!!) Sending him lots of cyber love.

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  3. Poor little stinky butt boy. Give him extra loving. Give yourself some extra loving too for having to deal with toxic diapers. To think I envy you right now is hysterically funny to me! Hee heee. I can't wait for toxic diapers.

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  4. And when you get your first one you will hope it was your last. I havn't had to deal with a toxic diaper in a few years and I almost gagged at the memories when I read this post.

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  5. Poor little guy. We've been dealing with that a lot over here as well. I tell ya, I never feel more like a mom then when I'm scraping poop off Gabe's PJ's.

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  6. Poor little guy!! And poor mama!
    Oh boy that CANNOT be fun!

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  7. Oh no! Get well soon, Stinky-Bum Baby

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  8. Poor baby! Hope he's feeling better real soon.

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  9. Aw, that's too bad. I feel sorry for Dylan AND for you. Hope you both recouperate over the weekend.

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  10. To quote one of my favourite songs from the 80's "and that's love that it it is". It can get pretty bad eh?

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