I watched my nephew this weekend and we had a really nice time playing together. I took him to the Dollar store and let him pick out a few toys to keep at my house so he has something to play with when he stays with me. He got 2 "rangers of power" figures, a set up plastic nun chucks and sword, and some rubber tube things that stretch.
That evening, he played in the bathtub for a while, brushed his teeth (I did get a "turn" to catch mr. cavity too!) and combed his hair. After getting all ready for bed, we realized that my house did not have the same amenities that his own house has. I do not have a nightlight, children's books, or a sippy cup with a lid, so he can have water handy throughout the night. He tried to be brave, but started to cry a bit. I promised him that when I pick him up from school on Wednesday, we would go shopping for all the things that my house was missing and this seemed to help him stay calm and fall asleep. I totally hate being away from my own bed and my own stuff, when I am staying with someone else, so I can completely understand his unhappiness! I really hate to be the cause of his suffering - it just breaks my heart!
Sunday, Smug-Hub and I took him to mass with us, the main reason being, can he be good and sit still for an hour - he is the ring bearer in our wedding in a few weeks, we want to help him get used to the way it all works. He was SO SO SO good!! He hated all the singing, but was really, really good overall!! I was so proud!!
When we got home, Smug-Hub promptly feel asleep in the magic reclining chair, and I fell asleep on the couch. Will was watching Skrek and at one point I woke up to realize that the movie was on pause. I was concerned and got up to find Will.
At the bottom of the stairs, I heard him talking to himself. As I listened, he continued talking and singing to himself, both in a normal tone and at times in full grunt following my heavy breathing. I realized that he was pooping!! Pooping and holding a very busy conversation with himself!! Now, I want you to start talking to yourself, and about every fourth word, start talking while straining for about 4-5 words, then pause the conversation to huff and puff and get your breath back - this is what I was listening too!!! It was all I could do to keep my giggles quiet enough to keep him from being alerted to my presence. You will be glad to know that he flushed and washed his hands upon completion of this 25 minute pooping episode!
He came back downstairs (I was safely back on the couch by then) and un-paused the movie and picked up his rangers of power figures and began to play quietly by himself so that his very tired aunt and (soon to be) uncle get sleep!
Smug, really....it was a good post until the last paragraph or too, but I knew I was getting into rough territory for me. My stomach is turning as I write this.
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