The Princess and the Pee

Apparently we need to invest in some duct tape around here. Cailin has really taken this nudity thing and gone to the next level. It doesn't seem to matter what I dress her in - jeans, shorts, leggings - she can Houdini out of them the second I turn around. I usually hear the sound of two tabs of velcro releasing, and, moments later, am confronted by a streaking baby. This happens especially after she's already peed in said diaper. And no, pull ups are no better. She can get out of those equally as fast.

I realize she's almost two, and it's summer. By golly, if she wants a few minutes of naked time, I'm willing to give it to her.

However.

There's always a time limit on this nakedness. Sometimes I let it go too long though. For example, the other night she appeared before me (naked of course), patted her bum and told me quite seriously, "Poo poo!"

I sighed and asked her to show me. She had peed down the register under the front window. Upon removing the register vent to clean, I realized that the duct work below had been transformed into some sort of sacred Froot Loop burial ground. Both Cailin and Bailey were very concerned about the abandoned cereal. Make that abandoned, slightly damp, cereal.

No worries, my germ-phobia provided me with the extra means with which to fumigate said disaster.

I've been trying to keep a lid on the nudity since then. Unfortunately Cailin continues to thwart me. At nap time today, I put her to bed in her clothes with a fresh diaper on. After a normal nap length, I could hear her talking in her room. I finished up my laundry and was about to make my way upstairs when she started crying. It was an upset cry, not a gee-I-wish-someone-would-get-me-out-of-bed-or-at-least-watch-me-while-I-jump-in-my-bed cry.

I ran up the stairs and opened her door. She very sadly told me, "Poo poo!" and pointed to her pants. She was upset. I patted her pants where she pointed. They seemed wet. Upon opening the window shade, I realized her pants were in fact, soaked. And backwards. On closer inspection, I found her diaper tossed negligently into a corner of the crib. She had taken her pants off, removed the offending (yet dry) diaper and put her pants back on. While standing up at the edge of the crib, she had had an accident.

Casualties of the pee incident included a very sad stuffed dinosaur with a wet leg and a puppy with a wet tail. These were immediately air-vacced to the casualty cleaning center, followed shortly by a moderate amount of bedding which was immediately laundered.

All nudity has been completely suspended following said actions. I'm now in the market for some very cute diaper shirts that Cailin cannot get out of. Failing that, I'll be duct taping diapers on my kid until this stage is over. I'm thankful there hasn't been anything more... serious... than pee.

Other highlights of the day:

We ran the car through the laser wash today, proving to Ryan that I can in fact, have a clean car. For a while anyway. Cailin isn't keen on the laser wash, but she braved through it, mostly hiding behind her blankie as some type of car wash repelling shield:
She didn't make a peep, but put the blankie over her head every time the jets would whoosh over the car. Occasionally she would peek out over the blanket. She seemed surprised to have lived though the ordeal when we drove out the other side.

We also braved the doctor's office today for another prenatal appointment. Cailin knew where we were the moment we parked. She insisted on being carried and was extremely shy in the waiting room. When it came time for me to be weighed, I thought I would take the opportunity to weigh her first. She is 24.4lbs. Huge, I tell you. She also burst into tears on the scale. Kind of how I felt too.

Me? I AM huge, no denying it. I have now gained 28lbs and still have 7+ weeks to go. Somebody hold me.

Jellybean is lively (ha! understatement) and is doing well. His heart beat rate today was 159 bpm. He is measuring 33 weeks and we're only 31 weeks tomorrow. He is so going to be a big boy. My blood pressure is 130/70, which is high-ish for me, but doc says it's great. She also told me that if Gaviscon isn't cutting it for me for the heartburn relief, the tablets she prescribes won't help much either. Great.

I don't get referred now to the surgeon until after my next appointment at 34 weeks. It's not that I'm especially impatient to get a firm date on Jellybean's birthday, it's that I'm thinking he's gonna come sooner than expected. The original plan was to refer me this appointment, but she changed her mind saying we have lots of time. The way this baby moves around in there, I tend to disagree with the 'lots of time' notion.

Cailin's been talking a lot more lately - and a lot of it is even english. She tells me when her babies are "sleepy" or "sleeping". When we tell her not to touch something, she tells us it's "Mommy's stuff" or "Daddy's stuff". This is hilarious. I took some papers away from her at the dinner table and told her they were Mommy's. She looked at me and said, "NO! Daddy's stuff!" Ah, the arguing starts early. Sometimes when she wants more juice, she'll demand, "More stuff!" She also demands "pop" when she sees any.

We played outside today, and Cailin found the only puddle in a ten block radius - in our driveway. She took off running and jumped into the puddle, making sure to splash as much as possible. When that wasn't getting the desired effect, she bent over and started splashing with her hands as well, throwing as much water into the air as was feasible. Then she'd run to the lilac tree, decimate some blossoms and run back to the puddle to repeat the process.

When a neighbor's dog snuck three doors down to leave a present on someone else's lawn, Cailin made sure to point and tell the embarrassed owner, "Doggie poo poo!" He wasn't embarrassed enough to pick up said offering though. Cailin thought it was pretty funny.

We are having a really good summer. We're playing outside lots, Cailin is allowing me to leave child proof locks off more things, and life is getting easier all the time. Well, except for that gigantic heartburn-y bump I'm lugging around of course. I fall into bed absolutely exhausted every night and wake up every morning just a little less rested than I should be. We're definitely in the final stretch people!

Oh, and Bailey. She has managed to sneak in the big bed every night this week. She's acting very strange and skittish during the day, and has been keeping to herself. I'm not sure what's going on with her. Maybe she knows she's about to be tormented by not just one baby anymore? I'm thinking a vet visit is in store if she doesn't snap out of it soon.

And birthday prep has begun. I can hardly believe our sweet little Cailin is going to be two years old in two weeks. Also, when you tell her she's going to be 'two', she always says "three" right after. Hmmm.