Yesterday afternoon when I picked up Antonio from daycare, the teacher told me that he had a few bouts of diarrhea.
When we got situated in the truck, his explanation was, "Mom, I pee'd out of my butt."

I'm not lying.

This is where the skill of Stealth Laugh comes in handy. I was dying! Of course I was concerned about how he was feeling, but damn, some things just get to you.

He spent the evening eating bananas and yoghurt in his jammies. Only one little episode when we first got home, but things quieted down after that.

This morning he had another small episode & here's where the parent dilemma came in. I had to go into work, just for an hour or so, to get class started. Should I bring him with, or take him to daycare?
If he came with, there's a long walk from parking to my office, plus what if he has to go again?
Would daycare take him?
Yes, the thought of not even telling them he wasn't all better crossed my mind too. I couldn't even get irrationally mad at Geno for not being here, since he wouldn't have been able to not go to work either. I chanced it, took him into daycare & explained what the deal was, & the lady was just so cool about it.
Thankyouthankyouthankyou!

After getting things situated at work, I stopped by Safeway for Pedialite, cough strips, more yoghurt & a few other things. Corned beef, cabbage & potatoes were displayed everywhere, & sounded good, but after some considerationn I decided against the cabbage & opted for organic mustard greens. On the way to the checkout, I decided to grab a bottle of chardonnay, to hell with it, I got the big one.*

We've been lounging in jammies the rest of today, watching movies and drinking Pedialite mixed with Gatoraide, Pedialite alone tastes like crap. As he took his first few sips of nekked Pedialite, after each one he would wipe off his tounge with his sleeve. "Mommy, this stuff tasts soapy."

He's right, blagh!

I had to explain to him why he needed to drink so much, and every time he's pee'd (from the right spot) he announces, "Mom I'm rehydrated."
I think he's on the mend.





Julia has almost outgrown her bucket carseat, her little feets dangle off the edge. As I type, the cover to the big carseat is in the dryer. She hates bucket carseat, and I hope that sitting up more will make her happier to be in the seat. My only dilemma with letting the bucket seat go was the shopping carts when I grocery shop with her, so I'll keep it in the back of the truck until she's sitting up better.

Oh yeah, and she's pulling hair now too...yeowtch!


*not to say that I'm going to chug it all in one evening, it'll last a while...