I wanted to share some recent cute sayings and stories from our little Emory.
We were driving in the car today listening to a CD and the song started to skip. Emory said the song had the hiccups.
Emory calls Q Tips, ear tips.
Emory loves the word "squash" and will try and "squash" his hard boiled eggs, toys and anything else he can get his hands on.
Emory has such long eye lashes that there have been several occasions where his top lashes get stuck in his eye. They get tucked into his lower eye lid. It's crazy.
On the one month anniversary of moving into our new house, Emory celebrated by flooding our master bathroom! He had a fedish with toilets that particular week. I usually have a show on for Emory while I nurse McKelle to sleep for naps but this particular day, McKelle was needing some extra attention after I put her down. So, the show was over and Emory and I were going upstairs to play. I left him for what I thought would be a quick minute while I went in to sooth McKelle to sleep again. Twenty minutes later, I walk out of McKelle's room to hear water running. What I thought was the shower on turned out to be the toilet overflowing with a constant flow of water.
After calling Dennis for advice, I collected every towel and blanket found within our house, baby burp rags included, and began to soak up the 1/3 an inch of water all over our master bathroom. It also went onto our brand new carpet. Despite my best efforts, there was still a leak downstairs on the ceiling.
After calling the professionals and $600 later, the carpets were aired out and the bathroom was dehumidified. I still wasn't exactly sure what he did to cause such damage but it became clear about 5+ days after the event occurred when I finally decided to clean the toilet and turn the water back on. I first cleaned off all the dried toilet paper and began removing the paper that was inside the bowl. to my surprise, with one tough pull, a huge thick wad of toilet paper the same thickness of our pipes came out of the toilet. At that point it became clear that too much toilet paper being flushed down was a bad thing. That silly little boy. Lets just say, we have since invested in more affective child proofing equipment.
The last fun story to share about Emory as of late, includes one of his favorite words. It was Mother's Day and I got the amazing, unexpected surprise of sleeping in for a full hour. When I went into Emory's room, I found out why this gift was given. He had obviously pooped, the smell made it obvious, but he had also made a mess on the carpet by smashing lotion on the floor. I told Jeremy he had a fun surprise to clean up while I went to feed McKelle.
I heard Jeremy try and put Emory on the changing table but found little pieces of poop there instead. He then brought him into the bathroom to change his diaper and bath him when he found poop smeared all up his back and shirt. I later walked into Emory's room and stepped in poop! It quickly became obvious, by following the poop trail, that he had reached into his diaper, got his hand dirty, and then tried to clean it, knowing that poop was yucky. After wiping his hands on the floor, he opened his drawer, got into the wipes and then must have seen the lotion. I guess he thought that was a better way to clean the carpet than using a wipe.
An hour and a half later, everything in his room was wiped down and cleaned. Ah. At least I was well rested to handle the situation. Happy Mother's Day!
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