Sixteen months old today, and he's taken over. He let me know over and over again that he was unhappy. I agree, I should have paid closer attention. He fussed and fussed, and I tried everything. Played with him, fed him, offered him juice or water or milk... Let him have his pacifier all day... Luckily we were at Gran's and Pop's house today, and during the first fussing extravaganza, Pop said, "look how he's holding his pants, like he's gone to the bathroom and it's hurting him." I had just, 3 minutes before (I swear) put a new diaper and ointment and powder on him. No way it could be that. But after 10 more minutes of irate baby, I checked, and Pop was right. More diarrhea. Yay... While I was changing him, he stuck his Teva sandal in it and then put a poopy footprint on my shirt. And while I was yelling over that, he reached down and got it on his hand and started flailing about. This is the point where Gran came to the rescue, sort of. She offered him his frog, saying "Do you want your Froggy so you can put some poop on him as well? I think he needs some poop on him." But at least she distracted him long enough for me to finish cleaning and re-applying ointment and powder to his now vicious diaper rash. I couldn't believe I had two back to back awful ones like that. And then it happened AGAIN, maybe a half hour later. I had put him down for another nap, and he lay down peacefully and cuddled his frog. In fifteen minutes, he was standing in the crib screaming. I told everyone he would be fine, he was just tired, he needed to sleep. But his Gran couldn't stand it, so we went in there to check on him, and we got him up. He didn't want to eat the food I reheated for him (and he usually loves salmon). As a matter of fact, he went through the dish, tasting first a zucchini, then spitting it out and saying "no" and then a mushroom, which he also spit out and then said "no". He did the same for the squash and then the salmon, then waved his hand over the dish and said "no no no no no". He wasn't yelling or anything, so I don't think he was sassing me, just stating that he didn't want any of what I offered. I gave him his juice and he suddenly stuck out his tongue and screeched then stuck his finger in his mouth and cried. He tried to get the fork from me, succeeded, and then poked himself hard in the cheek with it. I gave up on the idea of dinner and took him in to play in the kitchen. He likes to sit on Gran's stool and have you spin him around while he says "wheeeeeee" over and over. But even this wasn't what he wanted, only getting through two revolutions before he wanted to get down. He walked in to see Gran and she picked him up and informed me he was wet. Sure enough, poopy diaper number 3, leading to the 3rd outfit of the day (luckily I had TWO spares in the diaper bag). This was unusual, as I almost never have to change his clothes midday anymore.
So I get home tonight and David and I both have diarrhea as well. This is the stomach virus that never goes away, apparently. Ewwwww. I love when we share things as a family. I just hope we didn't share with Gran and Pop as well.
He successfully got himself down from his table today. As incentive, I left his door open (he likes to flee his room at every opportunity and never fails to notice when the door is not completely closed) and left the room when he climbed on the table. I walked just out of sight in the hallway and waited. Sure enough, when I snuck back over and peeked in his door, he was climbing down backwards, just as we had taught him. As a reward, I let him flee his room and run down the hall to the front door. Little guy even knows how to turn the knob now, so we have to keep it locked! Pretty soon we'll have to deadbolt every time too.
I think the highlights of his day were the fresh blueberries and the wagon ride at Gran's house. He also enjoyed watching the pond guy cleaning the pond and seeing the fish get put back in. It wasn't a bad day for him, but it might have been a better one if I'd been more attuned to his poop incidents. He tried to tell me. Really he did.
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