No sense crying over...

Last night I while I was tutoring, Chris claims Drew fed himself using a fork. I asked if he put the food on the fork or if our little genius did the work, and he claims Drew fed himself. I decided to put this to the test. Now perhaps yogurt wasn't the best "test" but nonetheless I gave Drew a spoon and he got busy. The joy on his face was priceless. Oh to possess a spoon! A wonderful, fabulous spoon! I tried to help scoop up the yogurt, which frustrated him terribly, and then left him to his own devices. I saw him insert the spoon backwards, try to drink from the yogurt container, and even gnaw at the bottom of the container. The end result was a tray full of yummy peach yogurt and a deliciously dirty Drew.

Speaking of dirty...

Drew had one of his massive DUMPS today - and Daddy was not here to help the cast-restricted Mommy. For some reason Drew HATES to be changed and quite a struggle results:

remove old diaper,
hold twisting legs,
avoid kicking feet,
ignore violent screams,
not get shit all over the place,
find wipes,
pin legs back,
attempt to clean,
prevent wall climbing,
sing lullaby,
try to calm,
grab swinging legs,
clean butt,
... UGH!!

Below is a description of what occured today...readers beware.

Well today, I failed. Drew grabbed his filthy diaper from beneath him and threw it. Much to my dismay, he had poop on his butt, back, hands, and feet! Now, remind you, I am wearing a CAST! Talk about a disaster. While Drew hysterically cried, I tried to

remove old diaper,
hold twisting legs,
avoid kicking feet,
ignore violent screams,
not get shit all over the place,
find wipes,
pin legs back,
attempt to clean,
prevent wall climbing,
sing lullaby,
try to calm,
grab swinging legs,
clean butt,

WHILE CRYING.

Oddly enough, my crying stopped Drew's crying...temporarily at least.

Finally, the mess was cleaned up. My cast was crap-free. Drew was released from the torture of the changing table. And I thought: Maybe I should work full time.