It has come to my attention that Ava is definitely making progress with her occupational therapy. This is great news...right? Well, of course it is, except when in involves Vick's vapor rub. So, what could Vick's have to do with Ava's small motor skills you ask? Evidently a lot. I have realized that she can now open jars.
On Friday evening, AFTER I had taken her on an exciting trip to Chuck E. Cheese she decided to thank me by doing two of the most disgusting things she could think of.
1. We were reading the book Annie's Chair for the millionth time and I began to smell something funny. I ask Ava if she needs to go potty and OF COURSE she says no. I continue to read and the odor continues to get worse. I look at her and ask again and she just sits there staring at Annie and her boring old chair. I pick her up, feel her bottom (thinking she probably had gas), and discover that she has POOPED HER PANTS! I ask her why she didn't go poop in the potty and she just says:
"I sorry Lala, mommy be mad?"
I told her that mommy, daddy, and Lala do not want her to poop in her pants because she is a big girl now and explain for the hundredth time that pee and poop goes in the potty. Then she asked me if I pooped my pants!!!! I said:
"Ava, Lala does not poop or pee in her pants because Lala is a big girl and Lala does not like to be yucky." She just says, ok.
She has been potty trained since the beginning of the summer and all of a sudden she is having bad accidents...it's kind of frustrating. We'll keep working on it!!
2. After I clean her of poop I tell her she can play in her room while I make dinner. She happily goes in her room. As I am making crescent rolls, I realize that it is oddly quiet...which is NEVER a good sign. I call to her to ask her what she is doing and she doesn't respond but I hear her moving around on the baby monitor. I go to the doorway of her room and a familiar and pungent medicinal smell smacks me in the face. Vick's Vapor Rub. I look at her and realize that she has pretty much emptied the jar and rubbed the greasy, smelly goop all through her hair and all over her body. She says: "I pretty Lala." I don't know whether to vomit from the smell, laugh, cry, yell, or what. I stood there for about 20 seconds before I could deal with the situation. There was not much to do except throw her in the bath and try to get the stuff out of her hair. After washing twice...she still had hair that looked like it hadn't been washed in a month. Wow. Thankfully, Liz asked her stylist and they suggested using Palmolive (it cuts grease for real)! Her hair is back to being beautiful, but it was then that I realized that all gels, creams, etc. needed to be moved from her reach. She's definitely not a baby anymore!
After all this, I decide that I am ready for the weekend. I wished Liz good luck, kissed precious little Ava's greasy head and high tailed it back to Brooklyn. :)
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No wonder that the weekend could not have come quick enough for Lala and when we saw Ava yesterday she did not mention the 'Vick' experiece but had moved on to chatter about other things !! Plenty of sand in her hair this week no doubt !
ReplyDeleteLala & Ava - Adore your blogs has me in stitches - thought you would like to know that I have a babe over here!!! Will tell you when we meet!! I am going to try Vick on my hair - not likely - I only put it up my nose!!! Don't tell Ava. What do I say about the rest of the blog - halarious! I should guess that this week is deserved Lala to recharge your battery!
ReplyDeleteI told Ava's dad that we lived in the Trulii when in Italy which as on the Post Card - and he believed it and his brother did!! Have a relaxing week Lala and you Ava be as good as you don't want to be!! Cheers.