Haven't posted anything in a few days because, frankly, the kids haven't done anything that interesting lately. It's a case of just getting on with life and trying to hang on to sanity. The most dramatic thing that's happened in the past few days is bodily function related. In my experience an unfeasibly high percentage of things concerning the rearing of small children centre around bodily functions. For the first few months of life they literally are nothing more than a small bag of flailing limbs and bodily functions.
Anyway, Fraser had done a particularly interesting bowel movement (which is a euphanism for "a shit that made me dry heave") and required a full body makeover - new nappy, vest, sleepsuit and half a pack of wipes. I was right in the middle when his brother decided that right then was the time to dabble in projectile vomiting that began in the living room and continued on into the dining room, and just in case it felt left out, a little bit was left over for the kitchen.
Three rooms in one sitting is an impressive feat for a two year old imho. I think I've only ever managed two. So, one child covered his his own piss and shit, with the other and most of downstairs covered in vomit.
All that was missing was a third child having an earwax ejection episode.
Sometimes I wonder if we actually knew what parenthood was like, in detail, if any of us would opt for it.
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