Sierra snuck a cracker from the table a couple days ago during snacktime. She then brought that cracker back to the table an hour later and left it there.
Why? I don’t know.
What was the result of this random action of hers?
Oh Payson taking a bite and having terrible diarrhea, that’s all.
Boy was I mad. I plan snacktimes during parts of the day that I can watch the girls and make sure Payson doesn’t take food from them. I put their dishes away and lock the pantry and wipe down the table and chairs when they’re done to prevent him from getting food he can’t have.
I’m really tired of changing diarrhea diapers. I’m tired of using ten wipes and wearing plastic gloves and smearing on inches of desitin six or seven times a day. And then the laundry, as if I don’t have enough laundry already.
It’s annoying, exhausting, frustrating, gross, sad, and just unpleasant in every way. Any day he’s having a reaction is automatically a challenging day for me. I am moody and frustrated and have to work very hard emotionally to just take care of the mess and comfort Payson (who is understandably in pain) and try not to let him see any foods that day because he will inevitably ask for apples or broccoli and be very sad when I say no.
Any fruits or vegetables when he’s having a reaction cause worse diarrhea.
His diarrhea is finally gone today after having only rice and meat for the last couple days.
Yesterday I was cleaning my house, as always, and feeling overwhelmed by the stuff everywhere. I was especially feeling moody about the schoolroom (or lack thereof) situation. We’ve been using our front room and it’s just not working. Payson gets into stuff in there all day long and he is destructive. I need a room that I can lock when we’re not doing school.
I decided to move the schoolroom back into Sierra’s room! It was a big job because Sierra’s room was now going to be the schoolroom and playroom. First I gathered all of the toys in the entire house (where did all of these toys come from?!) and then I sorted them into boxes by category. Barbies, petshops, doll stuff, tea party toys, legos, blocks, etc.
We’d (I’d) been working for at least an hour when Brooklyn tells me, “Mom, it looks way messier now than it did when we started.” I laughed and told her, “Yep, that’s the funny thing about organizing, it always looks worse before it gets better.”
And she also sucked/chewed on her thumb a lot. Though I’m very sad to say that the thumb sucking yesterday was a total fluke. She woke up seconds after I posted that last post and besides one other ten minute nap, didn’t sleep again until 9pm!! Yes she stayed up from 7am to 9pm with only two ten minute naps! It was… weird. And hard for me to get stuff done!
Payson was unhappy that I was cleaning. He doesn’t like me doing stuff. He likes me giving him attention. He sat on my lap most of the time I organized the toys. Which is fine, but he kept whining for more toys to hold and I can’t very well work and clean while holding a toddler who is holding ten toys!
And I took a picture with my new camera remote.
[Payson is sitting on my lap as I type and begging me to read the book No, David! which is his faaavorite book. We read it at least ten times every day; he has it memorized and calls David, “Dan.”]
And that was all I took pictures of yesterday. Which brings us to today. School was so much better in that room!!
Payson played happily with his toys and puzzles while I taught the girls. Usually no matter what toys I bring out for him he tries to get into their school stuff.
The last thing I took pictures of was Brooklyn memorizing her poem.
We read it together a couple times and then Brooklyn reads it out loud by herself. Each time she does I erase a word until she remembers the whole thing by herself. She’s really good at memorizing stuff but I knew this way would be even funner and it really is 🙂
The poem is from First Language Lessons and goes:Work while you work,Play while you play;This is the wayTo be happy each day.All that you do,Do with your might;Things done by halvesAre never done right.