Not as in "You are the Weakest Link, goodbye" or "You're off the Island" elimination, but more on the topic of bodily eliminations - this week seems to have been all about that.
Griffin's new skill is projectile vomiting. Charming. The other night he did it twice in a matter of 4 hours. The second time it was all over poor Steve, who had to take a shower it was so bad. Yesterday it was in bed in the morning, and not just on one part of the bed - he manages to get everything in one go - the pillowcases, the 800 thread count sheets, the duvet cover, and of course, my new (pink!) Tommy Hillfiger Robe. Our sheets have been getting washed more in the past 2 weeks than they have in their lifetimes.
My elimination problems, the ones that are apparently common after childbirth (incidently, another thing nobody tells you about- they tell you it will be wonderful, and you'll love your child more than anything else you could imagine, and he will be beautiful, they forget the part where you can't crap for a week!) have been, well, eliminated! And my infection is healed - I can pee with out crying! It's the little things that you take for granted before that really mean the most!
There's also the waking up in the middle of the night in a puddle of my own milk game. That's a fun one!
Dudley, on the other hand, has issues. Or maybe he just had one last night, when he decided to crap all over the living room floor. At about 5am. Steve, ever the hero, dealt with it all on his own, before crawling back into bed looking like he was about to burst into tears. Fortunaly, the rest of the night was without incident.
Happy Birthday to Me, by the way! That's where the new Pink Robe came from - my only birthday request was granted, and granted well! It's a bit girly, being pink and all, but heck, I'm a girl, now more than ever it seems, so I'm embracing it.
We've been slack on camera action this week, or more accuratly, slack on downloading the few pictures that are on the camera into the computer. We suck...sorry!
Oma left this weekend, we were very sad to see her go! Now we have to cook for ourselves, and do our own damn laundry! It sure was nice having a third pair of hands around the house for a few weeks...so much that I'm convinced we need to seriously consider a house keeping service for the next few months, just to save my sanity a wee little bit. I don't deal well with chaos. Newborns love it...herein lies the issue!