Archive for March, 2009


Audrey Anne and the “turdboat”

One night, I was putzing on the web, checking out all the new yarns on KnitPicks, surfing my favorite blogs, laughing aloud at this one and in general, just wasting time. I had drawn a bath for Audrey upstairs and was just letting her play [I know many of you would poo poo that idea, no pun intended]. I decided to go back upstairs and check on her. I walk into the bathroom and peer into the bathtub and gasp.

In the last month or so, Audrey has finally got the hang of going tinkle and poo poo on the toilet, like a big girl [Can I get an amen, hallelujah, praise the Lord Almighty in heaven!?!] As I look into the tub, with toys floating about, I see little brown flecks on the bottom of the tub. No big deal; maybe just some dirt, debris, something-or-other. Then my eyes scan about and discover something peculiar: there is a pile of poop strategically deposited in the cabin of a little play boat where little pirates normally lay their heads.

I try not to laugh. I try to maintain composure because, after all, it is not ideal for my daughter to be crappin’ in the bathtub, right? But at the same time, isn’t it awfully creative of her to choose this route of pooping? This was a tricky parenting scenario to navigate. In the end I said this to Audrey: “This, my love, is why I keep a blog.” I scooped up the poop, which was conveniently in the dug out part of the boat, and plopped in neatly into the toilet.

And then I said this: “Audrey, you know how we pause your shows on TV. Well, we can “pause” your bath and let you jump out if you have to go poo poo and then put you right back in once you are done. I think she understood that concept.

I keep giggling about it still.
Tonight when she spied me uploading the pictures you are about to see, she confessed that she scooped the poop up with the washcloth. All along I thought she had crouched down over the boat, aiming strategically, which would have been quite funny.

Oh, the joys of raising three year olds.

Enjoy the pics!
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Oh, the joy…

I am sitting in Starbuck’s (my office away from home), supposedly working on my documentation for my home care patients, and in walks one of my dearly beloved breast cancer patients. I lept out of my chair, threw my arms in the air, and let off a Shanel-squeal! And it was all so genuine. And, of course, my patient/friend is as demonstrative as me so she was like a mirror before me throwing her arms up in the air, flashing her beautiful smile and screaming! I love it!

All her hair has grown in like fine and curly baby hair and she is well, and whole, and healthy.

I love my job as a cancer nurse for just this reason.

It snowed last night.
We awoke early to the sounds of gurgling and cooing baby noises in the far northern corner of the house and AA climbing into bed next to me, curling into a little ball in the curve of my long body.

The shades were drawn up and we peered out into a winter wonderland, Audrey exclaiming, “It’s Christmas!”

Later this morning she tells me, “Mama, we need a Christmas tree.” Of course. “And a sled,” she tacks on. I concur.

God bless LoAnn who proceeded to spend the rest of the morning with her building a snow-girl with a long mane of moss hair and eyelashes. And because the snow was so wet and heavy, branches from the old maple were falling to the ground and made for an excellent Christmas tree farm. They made handmade Christmas ornaments, leftovers from Valentine’s day and decorated the Christmas tree in the backyard. What a grand time!

I, in the mean time, was out visiting patients in Waukegan and Beach Park, thoroughly enjoying the heavy laden snow branches. I stood on the stoop of a patient’s front porch admiring the quiet stillness that snow lends and the chunky white stuff clinging to the huge buds protruding on the magnolia tree. I found myself just drinking in all that beauty despite having to traipse about in it, getting stuck in it here and there, caring for the sick on a Sunday morning when most are still in their pajamas drinking coffee. Feeling thankful and full of joy, for all the beauty and quietness of snow.

Do not curse this white stuff. It is God’s message to me (and to you) of his beauty and his stickiness. He clings to us like wet snow on every inch of every branch of every tree sprawling the entire countryside of the midwest. That is some expansive, tenacious and wet kind of love.

My daily morning mantra.

Seriously.
For the last month, I have listened to this song every morning.
It does me good.

[Warning: this song is uber powerful and it might be best if you are sitting down and in a posture to just be blown around like a young tree on windy, summer day.]

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