Today was a day of events! Now, of course, there was a national event...Halloween! But our day started with events long before Sloane slipped on her yellow & black striped tights.
Now, I have written about "the machine" before. Some call her our nanny, but we call her our babysitter. The machine has a real life. She is a corporate girl by day and a bopping (dancing) machine with our daughter at night. Sloane is now concerning herself with what people's jobs are and where people work. She frequently asks the machine or Nanna, as Sloane calls her, what her work is. We started our day of events with a visit to Nanna's work. On the ride there, Sloane was beaming with small zips of "momma, I'm getting a balloon at Nanna's work" drifting to the front seat of my car. Sloane was a huge hit and charmed her way right into the room with treats. Consequently, Sloane came home with 2 balloons, 2 packages of stickers and a stuffed bear. Delighted is a word to describe this event.
We then drove to the dealership to have our oil changed. I happen to know the family that owns the dealership so we are treated a bit nicer than others. What this means is that, we were escorted into a very comfy office to wait while our service was being done. Sounds good, right?? Well it was, right up until Sloane said "momma, poop. I need potty". Now, as my hubby says, potty training was on hold with the construction. He loves to bust my balls. It wasnt exactly on hold, but it was taking less of a priority. The house is a disaster, there are 3+ random men walking around my house, and we can not stay home all day....so potty training was happening but I wasn't obsessed with it. For whatever reason, Sloane is excelling at potty training during this construction zone. I think the smaller quarters have made it easier for her?? Anyway, back to the dealership. Sloane need the potty. For a split second, I thought of lying and telling her that there was no potty. But instead, I scooped her up in fear that she would stop and poop before we hit the potty. Once we walked the entire dealership to the bathroom because the office we were being treated like luxury in was way away, there was someone in it. So we waited and waited. Nothing was happening while we waited so I assumed it was a false alarm or considering that it was Halloween....a trick!! We finally entered the bathroom and it hit me....WTF....a public bathroom!!! I told Sloane "hands on the head" and feathered the nest if you know what I mean......I scooped up Sloane and dangled her above the toilet. To my amazement, she tinkled. No trick!! And I asked her if she was done. The answer almost knocked me off my crouch. Sloane said "momma, I poop." And, right there, on a public toilet at a car dealership no less, Sloane did poop. It was a first. Shocked is a word to describe this event.
We did some daytime to trick or treating. Which was very fun! On the ride home, I got a call from my friend who had the triplets back in July. 2 of her sons are home from the NICU, but one is still having some trouble eating. The medical team has suggested putting in a gtube/mickey button/feeding tube. My friend wanted to talk about my experience. There was so much to say, so many stories to remember, and the reality that everyone story is different. One thing that I should say is that my friend is sooo calm. It is baffling to me. I was a mess with one baby with a medical issue. My friend has 3 sons....3 babies....3 infants add a feeding tube to that and I cant make sense of it. The only thing I could think of is that when multiples are going to be born, families are prepared for some medical issues to come. And in my case, I was not prepared at all. Reflective is a word to describe this event.
After a 2 hour nap, Sloane did, once again, pull on her yellow & black striped bodysuit and tu-tu to trick or treat. She did great! We saw all our favorite neighbors from our morning walks. Sloane pranced up to their doors with a sweet Trick Or Treat. I was a bit concerned that she tried to enter each of their houses. LOL And when that failed, she at the very least asked each of them what their momma's names were and if they had a dog. Proud is a word to describe this event.
No comments:
Post a Comment