Today is my wife & my anniversary. Four years. Not too bad... outdoing 90% of all hollywood marriages now
Anywho, great story on what happened this morning as part of our anniversary, but I am putting in a warning.
This is a 'parents' type story. It will involve children and stuff like poop, so here's your fair warning... you may not want to read the rest of this JE nor the comments if you are weak of heart (one of my friends says I really should warn him when I have a 'parent' conversation)...
OK, so today I woke up... promised the wife to go out to eat wherever she wanted. I got up, took my shower, got dressed... started making my morning yogurt shake (I should post that recipe... betcha StB would enjoy it, because it completely complies with the SCD by substituting honey for sugar), and my wife made my sandwich for my lunch. She was going back to get the baby to feed her when Joey's door was opened. I'm heading out the door so the wife told him to tell me goodbye. I just glanced at him, noticed his nose was running, so yelled to my wife to grab a tissue for him, cause I was already running a bit late...
As the front door was opened and I was one step I hear my wife scream "OH NO!"
I immediately turn around and see my son. He has had diaheria (I never spell that right) the past day (the reason I'm up on it is because he's learning how to poop in the toilet and has been doing a good job of it except a couple accidents due to the illness). I see dried crust ALL OVER his face and clothes. "Don't touch anything Joseph! Stand still! Don't move!"
I ran to my wife to confirm her fears... everything on his bed, including stuffed animals, pillows, sheets, blankets... EVERYTHING was coated in this crap. The smell gave me some relief... it wasn't crap, but vomit (hence why it was dried on his face). I was a little wierded out... he didn't wake up crying or anything and seemed perfectly fine this morning (in attitude, not appearance). Its like he woke up, puked all over himself, then went back to sleep all nonchalantly...
My poor wife has to spend most of our anniversary dealing with a two year old (hell, three on 5/10) with a stomach flu and a nine week old baby... so we've postponed plans until Saturday, hoping Joey will be better by then.
Anywho, its all part of being a parent, so neither of us are upset. I'll still stop and get some flowers for her and make sure we spend the night doing 'couply stuff' (I think we are watching 'sideways' when the kids go to bed). I'm going to be broke in the upcoming weeks... anniversary today, wife's b-day 5/5, joeys third b-day is 5/10, mothers da is 5/8, and wife's cousin wedding is 5/13 (yeah, a wedding on FRIDAY the 13th... but they got the church and reception hall they wanted...).
 - He's got a book called "Where's the poop?" but it reminds me of the Family Guy:
Librarian: "Here's the popular one 'Everybody Poops'"
Pete: "Umm... we're Catholic"
Librarian: "Oh, then you want 'Your a naughty baby, and that's concentrated evil coming out the back of you.'"