A couple of nights ago I went visiting teaching and left David with the kids. They were in bed and falling asleep (so I thought) by the time David arrived and I had to hurry out the door to make my appointment. When I got home, Emmett was crying in his crib, Liliana was calling out from her room, and David looked unhappy. I was greeted with a, "why me?" from David as I walked up the stairs. When I asked what happened he told me that the kids both decided not to go to sleep like they were supposed to. Emmett had fussed most of the time I was gone (only about 35 minutes) and Liliana had called out to him continually from her door. Wanting to see Liliana since she had gone to bed before David had made it home from work and church meetings, David let her out of her room for a few minutes. She told him that she wanted to sleep in our bed - which is strange because she hasn't slept in our bed or our room at all since she was less than 6 weeks old. For some reason David put her in our bed and told her to go to sleep. He closed the door and went to try and calm Emmett. After awhile, he heard Liliana running around in our room and went to check on her. When he opened the door, David saw Liliana behind our bed. She held up her hands to him and said, "My have poop on my hands." And sure enough, she did! Apparently she had loaded her diaper and decided to stick her hands down her pants to check it out (which she had never done before then and hasn't done since). David was not happy, to say the least - especially when he realized she had spread the poo on our quilt, too. By the time I got home, he had cleaned Liliana up and put her back in her bed, but he let me know that I was going to have to take care of the bedding - Thanks a lot, honey.
Last night Liliana was eating dinner very slowly. David and I both finished and got up to put away left overs and tidy the kitchen. I heard Liliana start giggling and making this weird sniffy-snorting noise. I asked her what she was doing and she said, "I eat my corn with my nose!" Sure enough, she had shoved some corn up one of her nostrils. I have no idea where she got the idea to do it, but she did! David held her other nostril shut and told her to blow hard. The corn came out and we both struggled so hard to hold back the laughter. Oh, the joys of parenting a two year old!
On a not-gross note, the ladies in the daycare center at my gym are crazy about Emmett. They say he is always smiling and that he laughs about almost anything. I weighed him with our bathroom scale yesterday (which so far has been within a few tenths of a pound of what the doctor's office weighs my kids at) and he weighed 24.5 pounds. Granted, he was wearing a slightly wet diaper, so maybe he's just 24 pounds, but that's still ridiculously huge for a 5 month old! We had to get a new car seat because he was too tall for the infant one that is supposed to fit about 97% of one-year-olds! What can I say, I have little baby monsters - one is a monster in size and the other is a monster in behavior, but I love them all the same. They definitely make life a joy - even with all the craziness!
