5.09.2006
We have poop!!
After three weeks of potty training, numerous accidents, we have a poop in the potty! Zane did it all by himself, without telling me he needed to go. He ran out of the bathroom, I POOPED. Sure enough, yippee!! Aren't we pathetic to be so excited about poop! =)Zane got a new train to go with his GeoTrax trainset for his "big special prize." Way to go!
5.04.2006
Ok so you really want to know about my day?
Today -- got up, went walking. That was nice, and probably the highlight of my day. About 9 am, took a shower, and noticed the toilet was "bubbling". Weird, oh well. Went to get a pair of pants out of the dryer....OH MY GOSH! Yes, the return of the raw sewage backing up through the laundry room drain, only this time there was a bonus! A whole pile of un-washed laundry on the floor to SOAK it all up! At least they weren't clean.
Go to get John from work to deal with the plumber. Left John to deal with the mess for a minute while we picked up Chardell and Sage to go to the park. Spent about 20 minutes at the park before Zane peed his pants. Struggled to get him home in his car seat. Hurried and picked up the house -- couldn't let the plumber think we live in filth. Nevermind the fact he was coming over to wade through our crap. Now about 1:30, still haven't eaten lunch. Chased Zane around the house and various yards while the plumber was "trying" to work on the drains -- all the while trying to avoid the putrescent (sp?) rotting nasty disgusting raw sewage smell infiltrating my entire house.
After two snaked drains, all to show for the $350 bucks -- a dirty cleaning rag the previous owner had flushed down the toilet who knows how long ago. Oh, but at least it's not roots! Now about 4:00 -- the cleanup of the LITERAL crap begins. Oh yeah, still haven't eaten lunch. Something about the smell just doesn't lend itself to cooking up a burrito! Once we hosed out the laundry room, of course Zane had to play with the hose. Sent him outside to get as dirty as he wants. Did I mention yet that I was heading to enrichment meeting tonight and planned on not having to change my clothes?
After a long struggle with John hooking up the dryer and now getting sick to my stomach, I go out to retrieve Zane from the muddy mess outside. Have you ever heard of red mud? Oh yes, red mud. Picked Zane up by the armpits, careful to not let a single bit of him touch me or my clothes. Made it all the way to the bathtub, red mud free, and BLAM he arches his back getting into the tub. RED MUD all down my khaki pants. Lovely.
Run to get some food. It's about 5:30. Didn't kill my son. Didn't kill my husband. House smells like poo. It's a good day -- but it's not over yet.
Go to get John from work to deal with the plumber. Left John to deal with the mess for a minute while we picked up Chardell and Sage to go to the park. Spent about 20 minutes at the park before Zane peed his pants. Struggled to get him home in his car seat. Hurried and picked up the house -- couldn't let the plumber think we live in filth. Nevermind the fact he was coming over to wade through our crap. Now about 1:30, still haven't eaten lunch. Chased Zane around the house and various yards while the plumber was "trying" to work on the drains -- all the while trying to avoid the putrescent (sp?) rotting nasty disgusting raw sewage smell infiltrating my entire house.
After two snaked drains, all to show for the $350 bucks -- a dirty cleaning rag the previous owner had flushed down the toilet who knows how long ago. Oh, but at least it's not roots! Now about 4:00 -- the cleanup of the LITERAL crap begins. Oh yeah, still haven't eaten lunch. Something about the smell just doesn't lend itself to cooking up a burrito! Once we hosed out the laundry room, of course Zane had to play with the hose. Sent him outside to get as dirty as he wants. Did I mention yet that I was heading to enrichment meeting tonight and planned on not having to change my clothes?
After a long struggle with John hooking up the dryer and now getting sick to my stomach, I go out to retrieve Zane from the muddy mess outside. Have you ever heard of red mud? Oh yes, red mud. Picked Zane up by the armpits, careful to not let a single bit of him touch me or my clothes. Made it all the way to the bathtub, red mud free, and BLAM he arches his back getting into the tub. RED MUD all down my khaki pants. Lovely.
Run to get some food. It's about 5:30. Didn't kill my son. Didn't kill my husband. House smells like poo. It's a good day -- but it's not over yet.
3.20.2006
How can you be mad when they are so cute?!
Today, Zane and I had it out. I had said "no" to him having the keys to the car (for obvious reasons!). He went into his rampage and began with knocking over the garbage can. After he wouldn't pick up the garbage he knocked over, I told him he would have to go to his room. So of course he ran off to hit the living room blinds. At that point, I was screaming that he had to go to his room, and I physically picked him up and took him there. After standing outside the door for a minute (mostly so I could calm down), I went in and yelled (over his screams of course - NOT effective, I know) about how he is not to knock over the garbage can or hit the blinds. Of course, this led to him physically pummelling my head by his hands. So, after going back out of the room for another minute, I came back in and was sufficiently calm to hug him and talk to him some more. After our short talk about his behavior, I told him I was sorry for yelling. A minute went by. Then he says "I sorry I cried at you." How cute. So of course, I said "I love you very much." He said "me too." That just made me cry, he never really responds well to stuff we say to him (almost never in fact!). I told him "I love you Zane, thank you for making me feel better." He said "I love you too mommy," then looked at me and said "mama you sad?". I said, "No, I'm happy now, you told me you were sorry, and made me feel better." He said "I get you kleenex blow your nose." What a sweet kid. Maybe we are doing something right.
3.07.2006
My do it...
We are going through a serious case of the "my do its". Zane wants to do everything from make his own peanut butter sandwich to drive the car. It is a serious deal to try to get him to understand that he is not big enough to drive a car. He can unlock the doors (even by putting the key IN it - no keyless for him!), put the key in the ignition and start it up. Don't ever let him get your keys if he is anywhere close to your car! Today we visited Sara & Cory and the kids. Although there was an inch of snow outside, he was determined to ride on the lawnmower. He loves to play at his cousins and has a lot of fun. A couple of his favorites right now: his favorite movie is Lady and the Tramp (doggie movie). He loves to point out what is going to happen next. His favorite drink is "peach juice" (white grape and peach - still watered down!). He loves to just "feel things" (mud, water, and especially the flour in the jar on the countertop!). I don't care for that last one! We love our zaney Zane.
2.27.2006
Quite a gash!

Zane got a good cut on his head today which required a quick trip to the pediatrician. I was vacuuming and Zane tripped over the cord right into the corner of the cedar chest in the family room. I freaked out. I didn't know if I should rush him to the hospital, call 911, or what! I decided on calling John and he was able to come home and keep me under control. While I was cleaning Zane up, he wanted to look at his "broken" head so he headed off into the bathroom. I think it scared him a little to see that big cut because he came out crying. At the Dr.'s office, he told the receptionists that he had an owie bump. Pretty cute. Although it was quite bloody, the Dr. was able to glue it and put some steri-strips on it. Who knew that all it takes is a little super glue? He was a very brave kid. Zane is doing just fine, back to running around as soon as we got home.
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Welcome to our blog. We are the Collins Crew: John, Abi, & Zane. I (Abi) started this blog to keep track and share all those funny things that happen to us as parents of a toddler. enjoy!
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