Friday, November 20
I’ve used this photo in a previous post but it’s much more appropriate for this one. Arthur and Charles have moved to the world of solid foods and shit’s getting real.
First let me begin by saying that the move to solid food was yet another underwhelming milestone that ranks with the complete ambivalence of watching them roll over for the first time. When the doctor told us that the boys could start eating real food my wife excitedly went to the grocery store to get a Home Town Buffet of options for the boys to sample.
In our minds we envisioned the joy on the faces of Arthur and Charles when they tasted bananas, apple sauce and peanut butter for the first time. We were certain their first sampling would set off a harmonic harp sound throughout the household as the flavors exploded through their untested taste buds.
We quickly learned that while some foods are an acquired taste, food itself is going to be an acquired taste for the boys. Their reaction to eating the food we gave them was pretty much the same reaction I might have if I bit into a hot dog and found out it was a turkey dog.
Obviously the reluctance to experience new food is genetic and has been handed down by my DNA. This felt more like waterboarding our kids than introducing them to a wonderful new experience full of endless possibilities. Now that it’s been a day or two they’re both more game for solid food but the first moment has passed and it was a dud. Really, who gives a frog’s fat ass about day two or three of a milestone?
The real milestone came with the after effect of solid food. For six months I have become used to what I have to deal with when changing a diaper. The experience wasn’t pleasant by any means but it was benign. The carnage I deal with now is like an Irwin Allen Disaster Movie.
This photo of Shelly Winters in the Poseidon Adventure perfectly sums up what I look like and how I feel after changing the landfill the boys are now leaving in their diapers. It’s a horrifying and grueling struggle for survival dealing with the shocking content.
I honestly pause and gasp each time I change them wondering if the room will suddenly be engulfed by seagulls.
The smiling faces on the Sesame Street Characters emblazoned on the Pampers now seem like more desperate looks that say, please don’t strap me to this kid’s ass!! Please!!!!
It’s like I’ve dragged Cookie Monster and Elmo into this disgusting and depraved hell of indescribable human waste. And I’m not sure what my wife is now feeding these boys but it couldn’t possibly be peanut butter, banana and apple sauce. What I’m seeing looks more like the end result of a Super Bowl Party.
We’re only a few days into this and I’m already wondering if infants need to be able to stand on their own before they’re potty trained. I say we skip a few milestones and go directly to that one. And I’ll probably need to stock up on plungers and air freshener while I’m at it.
Say a prayer for me that I get through this phase and please…light a match while you’re at it.
Least Favorite Child Results
Once again, I’ve been very busy and haven’t been able to update as much as I’d like so I’ll be brief when explaining why the boys won Least Favorite Honors on a given day.
November 14 – Charles was Least Favorite. As usual he leaves a wake up call at the front desk for 5:30am in order to get a head start on the day. No one likes a morning person. Morning babies are only slightly less annoying because they smell a little better.
November 15 – Arthur was Least Favorite. Putting a diaper on Arthur when he doesn’t want to have a diaper on is like trying to lasso an excited squirrel. It requires heightened reflexes that I’m just starting to develop but it still takes a very long time.
November 16 – Least Favorite was Charles. Morning baby strikes again!
November 17 – Least Favorite was Arthur. Very troubling. Arthur woke up before Charles, at around 5:20am. And while his brother wakes up and just talks loudly to himself, Arthur wakes up with a loud unhappy screech. I can sleep through a baby talking pleasantly to himself but I can’t sleep through the sound Arthur makes. No one can. Please don’t let this be the start of a trend.
November 18 – Least Favorite was Arthur. It’s a trend!
November 19 – Least Favorite was Arthur. It’s more than a trend! It’s becoming a morning ritual!!
Total Days As Least Favorite Child
Charles – 72
Arthur – 64
Days Tied – 1
Days Since Neil Patrick Harris received my post and hasn’t responded – 118
Clearly Neil does charity so his giving my blog a shout out will have its time.
Hira said:
“please don’t strap me to this kid’s ass!!” .. Hilirious 😀
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Todd Duffey Writes on Things said:
Great to hear you’re busy, old writer friend! And as for the poopies, I’ve just begun engaging people who have children, and I’m just going to forward your blogs to them. For some reason, I feel them reading your blogs of knowledge and my reading your expertise on matters on which I am a naif, perhaps will bring more colorful (both visual AND olafactorily(sp)) to our book club nights! Here’s to us ALL being wiser through your learning! Thanks for staying awesome, SH!
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AtomicMelanie said:
Sorry, buddy, but I have news for you. You have boys. The messes will continue. They will just vary in form. I haven’t seen the actual floor of my boys’ rooms in years. Welcome to your new reality! 🙂
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E said:
Someone needs to create the infant potty crib. Imagine how much less fuss and trouble there’d be if all waste were processed promptly upon evacuation from the infant! Less smell, less mess, and less troubles such as diaper rash. Hmm. It has its possibilities. I’d invest if some mechanical genius can create a safe one.
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apprehensively expecting said:
I imagine that’s where the idea of bed pans came from…someone needs to bring those back for use beyond the invalid population.
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apprehensively expecting said:
Just you wait until the stool becomes more formed, and your kids have the capacity and willingness to grab at the used diaper like it was a magician’s tablecloth holding an impressive array of dishware…No one, and I mean no one, is prepared for, “Honey, can you please come in here and remove the poop resting next to your son’s head?”
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sunshinemarie16 said:
I agree! I remember when my niece started solid food. It was awful!
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Deb at The Front Door Project said:
So funny! Like biting into a hot dog and realizing it’s a turkey dog!! I love your humor but somehow don’t recall changing my babies diapers being that bad 🙂 but maybe it’s a Mom thing!
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stephenmhurley said:
Thanks, Deb!!
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nonsmokingladybug said:
I can’t wait to read about you potty training them before they walk, please keep me posted 🙂 🙂
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thecheekyhousewife said:
Reblogged this on thecheekyhousewife and commented:
I’m considering changing the content of my blog to solely reblogs from this guy. Every post I read makes me wanna share the love. . .
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stephenmhurley said:
Cheeky, you are far too kind!!
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thecheekyhousewife said:
Oh, yes. I’m soooo kind. Especially when I’m complimented for posts I didn’t actually write. Lol.
#thebeautyofreblogging
#justshortofplagerism #leastproductivewriter
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Birdie said:
My kids are grown and I remember those days well. All I have to say is this…
Have you given them lemons yet? Get the camera ready! So cute!
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chicamia3 said:
We gave my daughter lemons, expecting the typical pucker face. She surprised us by sucking all of the juice out of it and crying when we tried to take it away.
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lbeth1950 said:
Ah ha ha ha. You can always say what I told my kids when they asked which was my favorite. ” don’t like either one of you!”
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lorbee23 said:
Your descriptions of babyhood are spot on. Thank you, I think???!!!
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melissajanisin said:
Nooooo don’t be so anxious for potty training! I am telling you, once that started I seriously considered reverting both my kids back to diapers until possibly the age of 8 or so. A tender memory from those days – EVERY TIME YOU GO TO A RESTAURANT, SOMEONE HAS TO POOP. And now they can’t just discreetly get it done right there at the table, no, you have to dangle them over a questionable toilet while they update you and the other restroom guests on their progress. “I think it’s almost out!”
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thesilentscreamers said:
That is truly hilarious it reminds me of having to change my younger brother and sisters diapers
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lifeamongzillions said:
This is so funny 🙂 You are an awesome writer.
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1 Nothing Please said:
oh those happy unsuspecting Sesame Street faces…
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