Monday, August 07, 2006

Daddy the hero

Sooo, our weekend jaunt up the road to Mama and Daddy's was great. Mostly. Well, it was great fun for me. And mama. But, poor Daddy. Poor, POOR Daddy. What I am about to write is not for the faint of heart (or weak of stomach). Consider yourself forewarned....
It all started out very uneventfully. Ordered pizza last night, got my porch sittin' and tea drinkin' in, caught up on all the latest news... you know, ordinary stuff. Then, dad's saga begins. We put the babes to bed in my parent's room, because mama and I were working on some pictures/decorating stuff in the other part of the house, and thought it would be too loud for them. Smart move. Or so we thought. We stayed up later and later, got sillier and sillier (yes, we did get a lot done, too, okay, well some done). We laughed until we couldn't catch our breath, and daddy finally got sick of us. So he went to bed. Yep, he crawled into his OWN bed where little Andrew was peacefully dozing to get away from us. Mama and I finally hit the sack sometime after 1:30 a.m., and decided to leave the fellas alone, so as not to wake little Andrew up, and we slept in the other part of the house. Well, my little man ain't the best bedfellow. He kicks, wiggles, lays on top of you, throws his arms over you, drools, talks in his sleep, tries to bulldoze you out of the bed.... you get the picture. So, needless to say, Daddy didn't sleep much. And then awakens (exhausted) to a bright eyed little boy sitting on top of his chest before 6 a.m. shouting "Papa, papa- let's go play WIGHT NOW!!". So Daddy appeases him, lets us sleep and makes play- dough sculptures, goes through about 6 rounds of wrestling matches, plays bubbles outside, cooks a big breakfast- etc. He gets baby sister up, takes care of her, and finally decides to roll us out the bed about 8:30. Bleary eyed, we stumble around, Mama searches for coffee and we begin the process of gettin' ready for church, etc. Daddy helps dress kids, cleans the kitchen, irons shirts, cooks more breakfast for us (I am still zombie-like, trying to wake up!). We went to worship service, and then out to eat and had a beautiful time. Afternoon comes, Gran is over and everyone naps. After naps, Mama and I make a fateful decision to go to make a Wal-Mart run and leave the babes with Daddy. Poor guy. He readily agrees (I told you he's a
great dad) and off we go. About 45 minutes later, we return, and as we walk in the door we see Daddy. Just standing there. Absolutely shellshocked, and with the strangest look on his face. Then there are the kids. In completely different outfits than I left them in. And with wet hair.
It seems as if Andrew got quite absorbed in a movie while we were gone. And forgot himself. As in went poo-poo in his big boy pants. As in it was all down his legs. As in it was smeared all over his chair, pants, knees, thighs.... you get the picture. As in he has been left with the man who has the absolute weakest stomach know to man when it comes to human excrement. THE WEAKEST!!!! This is the man who cannot stand at the door of a room where a "bad" diaper is being changed without gagging. And of course mom and I (the 2 nurses with stomachs of IRON) are gone. He promptly whisks Andrew off to the bathroom, strips him, throws him in the bathtub (literally gagging and vomiting all the while) and proceeds to clean him. He only forgot one thing. Sister. At this point she emerges around the corner. With poop smeared all over her. On her face, stuck in her hair, all over her little hands, up her arms, down her neck, and ahem, around her mouth !! It seems as if she found brother's mistake, and had a grand old time playing in it. I think (from what he tells us) Daddy just about lost it at that point (especially when sister laughed and stuck her little poopy hands in his face). After he cleaned the carpet, cleaned two poopy kids and washed 2 sets of poopy clothes and lost his lunch, all he could do was laugh. And dare mama and I to EVER make him go through that again. ( I promise we won't daddy!)
I think tonight he has collapsed in his bed for a GOOD night's sleep, and is giving thanks that he is done with diaper duty. For now. Poor Daddy.
Happy Monday and
Much Love,
Jennifer

19 comments:

Mrs.B. said...

Oh my......

Jenn said...

Your poor Dad. I understand. My youngest is also entertained in the same way!

Mrs.Clark said...

Jennifer, you really have a wonderful Dad! I grew up without my dad around. So to hear stories like that, I'm blessed that my children will be able to tell one day how wonderful their dad is. I hope you and the little ones have a wonderful day! I'm so glad that you enjoyed your weekend at your parents. Mrs.Clark

P.S. They just told my husband today that he leaves for 10 weeks of Special Forces Phase II training August 28th. So please keep me in prayers for my strength & endurance through that time without him. I also got the peacoat and it's lovely! I'll be mailing your package as soon as I get a bigger box. Thanks Again...

Mississippi Girl said...

Mrs. Clark- Thanks for letting me know when he is leaving. I will be prayer for you everyday- especially for strength, edurance and patience!!!! Glad you liked the coat...
Jennifer

Mrs Blythe said...

Oh no, your poor Dad, I am so impressed how he cared for your kiddies even though he couldn't cope with the poop! Many blessings.

Zach said...

Poor Uncle John :)

Susan P. said...

Oh no, oh no, oh no!! What more can I say?? Have you read Amy's post yet?? You two need to talk:)

Mrs. Linebarger said...

Your Dad is a REAL hero in my book!!! Your poor dad, but what a terrific guy!!!

Big Mama said...

Oh your poor dad! That makes me gag a little just thinking about it. What a trooper!

Angie said...

Oh my goodness! Poor Daddy!

Amy said...

ROFL!!! I think I'm gonna be sick I'm laughing so hard!! Sounds like your kids and my daughter, aka Poop Princess, would have a ball together!

Shereen said...

LOL That is too funny. Thanks for sharing. Mrs. Clark, I will be praying for you and your beloved. Jennifer, how is your sewing project coming along? The last time you shared, the blouse looked really good. Your dad sounds like a great dad. I think my dad might have left them like that til I got home, or probably would have taken them outside and hosed them down. lol

Lindsey @ Enjoythejourney said...

Ooooooohhhh that's one for the memory books eh??? :)

smhgrace said...

Your Dad is a real trooper! It;s funny how many men are that way about that particular "function"~lol

Mrs.Clark said...

Thank you so much Jennifer & Shereen for the prayers. I appreciate them more than I could ever say....Mrs.Clark

Mississippi Girl said...

Amy- I know, I think that our kids would have fun together... Just worry about the horrid MESS that would make ... LOL!
Hi Shereen... I am almost done with my shirt, should be completed by Friday- will share then. You are so sweet to ask!
Jennifer

Becky said...

Your poor dad!!! oh my goodness!!! It's a little commical if you think about it ya know? deffinatly a memory and story that will be shared for years to come!

Laurel Wreath said...

Ohhhhh tough tough tough times. I think Daddy deserves a "Daddy day"... but I have to say he has officially earned his "Daddy badge".

Oh my....

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