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Mar. 12th, 2007 09:56 amJustin and I took Dominic to the Cleveland Natural History Museum on Saturday morning. It was cool and drizzly outside. I thought Dominic would be taken with all of the taxidermied animals and the dinosaur skeletons, but he was much more interested in running around in the big open spaces. Occasionally he would run up to a diorama and "ooh" at it. The museum has an outdoor space that showcases several different animals and we were in the right place when a couple of museum staff people entered the bobcat cage to feed them and do some training exercises. Dominic was fascinated.
Yesterday I was home alone with Dominic (as I usually am on Sundays). I took him outside to walk around since it was so nice. We ended up visiting with our neighbors for a couple hours, then I took him home to feed him lunch and put him down for his nap. I made him a grilled cheese sandwich and put him in his high chair. He was kind of fussy and wouldn't eat. Suddenly, he pooped really loud! I looked at him and his face registered surprise; high eyebrows and his mouth shaped like an "O". He laughed and went back to picking at his sandwich. As I was settling down to some yogurt, I noticed him fighting to keep his eyes open. He was one tired baby. So I took him out of his high chair. I was halfway to his room before I noticed the wet sensation seeping through my sweatshirt. I laid him on his changing table and took off his pants. That diaper didn't stand a chance. It was seeping out each leg hole. It was creeping out the front. It was pouring out the back. The act of pulling his pants off smeared it down each leg and soaked his socks. He was wearing a shirt that snaps at the crotch. The shirt was totally soaked. It had to be pulled off over his head. Now it was all over his arms, chest, and head. It's been a long time since I felt like vomiting over the sight of poo, but I nearly lost it. I cleaned him up as good as I could using baby wipes, then I ran him a bath and put him in it, scrubbed him down all over then let him play a little bit in the clean water. He was too tired to play for long. He ended up laying on his back smiling at me. I took him out of the bath, dried him off and laid him in his crib to diaper him (I didn't dare put him back on the changing table before I sanitized it). He was too tired to get dressed. I just pulled his covers up over him and let him go to sleep. That was at 1:45. He was asleep until after 6. It was so nice to have an entire afternoon to do things I needed or wanted to do. I started by pulling everything off his high chair and throwing it in the wash along with his soiled clothes. And despite all of that sleep, he still went to bed at 8:00 and stayed asleep all night. He didn't make a peep. That hasn't happened in months. It was a good weekend.
Yesterday I was home alone with Dominic (as I usually am on Sundays). I took him outside to walk around since it was so nice. We ended up visiting with our neighbors for a couple hours, then I took him home to feed him lunch and put him down for his nap. I made him a grilled cheese sandwich and put him in his high chair. He was kind of fussy and wouldn't eat. Suddenly, he pooped really loud! I looked at him and his face registered surprise; high eyebrows and his mouth shaped like an "O". He laughed and went back to picking at his sandwich. As I was settling down to some yogurt, I noticed him fighting to keep his eyes open. He was one tired baby. So I took him out of his high chair. I was halfway to his room before I noticed the wet sensation seeping through my sweatshirt. I laid him on his changing table and took off his pants. That diaper didn't stand a chance. It was seeping out each leg hole. It was creeping out the front. It was pouring out the back. The act of pulling his pants off smeared it down each leg and soaked his socks. He was wearing a shirt that snaps at the crotch. The shirt was totally soaked. It had to be pulled off over his head. Now it was all over his arms, chest, and head. It's been a long time since I felt like vomiting over the sight of poo, but I nearly lost it. I cleaned him up as good as I could using baby wipes, then I ran him a bath and put him in it, scrubbed him down all over then let him play a little bit in the clean water. He was too tired to play for long. He ended up laying on his back smiling at me. I took him out of the bath, dried him off and laid him in his crib to diaper him (I didn't dare put him back on the changing table before I sanitized it). He was too tired to get dressed. I just pulled his covers up over him and let him go to sleep. That was at 1:45. He was asleep until after 6. It was so nice to have an entire afternoon to do things I needed or wanted to do. I started by pulling everything off his high chair and throwing it in the wash along with his soiled clothes. And despite all of that sleep, he still went to bed at 8:00 and stayed asleep all night. He didn't make a peep. That hasn't happened in months. It was a good weekend.