While all children are different, there is one universal truth when it comes to being a parent… you’re going to change dirty diapers. If you think you’re going to get out of it you’re sorely mistaken. A’s with the boys for the majority of the week on her own so when it comes to the weekend I really do try and do my best to pitch in with diaper duty (and everything else).
So when I got out of bed to get the C-man last weekend it didn’t really surprise me to see that he had himself a dirty diaper… hey. Guy’s got to do what a guy’s go to do right? What did surprise me a bit was the next 4 stinkers that he proceeded to produce in the next few hours. Wow… can that boy poop!
So Saturday night rolls around and we’re sitting down at the dinner table and A’s continuing to do her Super Mom duties. In the middle of dinner she gets up to put a load of laundry in the dryer and BAM… it happened. As soon as I heard it I knew it was bad. We’ve got a stackable washer and dryer and the dryer door on the top had opened without her knowing it. She stood up directly in to the bottom of the door. By the time I got there (about 8 seconds later) there was already quite a bit of blood flowing. G-man was so cute… he came over and tried to console his Mom. Off to the emergency room we went. I’m happy to say that A was a complete trooper through both her Tetanus shot as well as the 7 staples that she had to get in her noggin. And THAT my friends is why I’m not a big fan of laundry… it’s incredibly dangerous!