Well, there is never a dull moment in Casa Costal! We had a rough night last night... Charlie woke up yelling / crying around 10pm, and when I went in there to see what was the matter he said "my nothe ith getting big like a thark." In Charlie-world, that means he's getting a stuffed up nose. So we tried to get him to go back to sleep, but it was a rough night. I think all told we both got about 3 hours each.
This morning, he did in fact have a shark nose. I gave him some Benadryl. We're gonna wait this one out.
Then poor Joe had "Back to school night" tonight, so it's another late night for him. We decided to meet him at the mall so the kids could see him for a little bit. As we sat at the food court, I realized that Finny had pooped up his back. Super. I ran to Children's Place to get him a new shirt and after Joe left I went to the bathroom to begin cleanup detail. Picture me standing in this gross, disgusting mall bathroom trying to get a POOP FILLED onsie over Finny's head. It was a disaster. I finally had to sit this naked, poopy child on the counter on top of the Children's Place bag to hose him off. While I'm doing this, I hear the splat of liquid hit the floor. I look over and there's Charlie standing over top his throw up. I couldn't believe it. I had to ask another mother in the bathroom if he in fact did throw up. She looked at me incredulously and said "Yes, maam, he did." Ugh. She either felt really bad for me or thought I had brought the E-bola virus right there to the Hamilton Mall! The worst part, though, was that poor little Charlie thought I was mad at him for throwing up. He said "Mommy, you're not mad at me, right? It was an accident." He is just the sweetest child. And of course I told him "No."
Then poor Joe had "Back to school night" tonight, so it's another late night for him. We decided to meet him at the mall so the kids could see him for a little bit. As we sat at the food court, I realized that Finny had pooped up his back. Super. I ran to Children's Place to get him a new shirt and after Joe left I went to the bathroom to begin cleanup detail. Picture me standing in this gross, disgusting mall bathroom trying to get a POOP FILLED onsie over Finny's head. It was a disaster. I finally had to sit this naked, poopy child on the counter on top of the Children's Place bag to hose him off. While I'm doing this, I hear the splat of liquid hit the floor. I look over and there's Charlie standing over top his throw up. I couldn't believe it. I had to ask another mother in the bathroom if he in fact did throw up. She looked at me incredulously and said "Yes, maam, he did." Ugh. She either felt really bad for me or thought I had brought the E-bola virus right there to the Hamilton Mall! The worst part, though, was that poor little Charlie thought I was mad at him for throwing up. He said "Mommy, you're not mad at me, right? It was an accident." He is just the sweetest child. And of course I told him "No."
Just another day in paradise over here at Casa Costal!
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