My favorite nickname, that my husband always gets stuck with is "Squeeze". Like, "don't squeeze the Charmin". It's silly, but somehow it fits. And you have to admit, don't you just wanna squeeze 'em?
Monday, November 28, 2005
I Wanna "Squeeze" 'em!
Growing up I thought my lot was hard. The last name Oscarson elicited plenty of teasing--everything from "Oscar the Grouch" to "Oscar Meyer Weiner"...they thought they were pretty clever. Though as an adult I am very proud of my heritage as an Oscarson I had dreamed of more "glamorous" last names after marriage. Then I went and fell totally in love with Clark Scharman. Now instead of clarifying "no, Oscarson, like the son of Oscar" I get to say "Scharman, like the toilet paper...only spelled differently". Now I feel indeed, lucky to be part of two tremendous lines of ancestors though I could do without some of the TP jokes.
My favorite nickname, that my husband always gets stuck with is "Squeeze". Like, "don't squeeze the Charmin". It's silly, but somehow it fits. And you have to admit, don't you just wanna squeeze 'em?
My favorite nickname, that my husband always gets stuck with is "Squeeze". Like, "don't squeeze the Charmin". It's silly, but somehow it fits. And you have to admit, don't you just wanna squeeze 'em?
Sunday, November 06, 2005
It's poop again!
What a crappy day, literally. We had more poop than we could handle. Mia had an explosion on my lap that came so far out of her diaper that I had to change her in the bathtub...and change my clothes.
Earlier in the day, Abby (age 2) was escorted to the changing room for a doozy of a poopy one. While waiting for the diaper changing props to be staged she was swinging on the bar of the treadmill when she dropped and landed squarely on her rump. Do you know what happens when that much weight drops on a full, poopy diaper? It's kind of like stepping on a water balloon...full of poop! It shot out the sides of the diaper, onto the treadmill, down her leg and somehow on her little pink cast. (I'm talking substatial amounts everywhere!) (The pink cast on her arm is a whole other blog.) Clark got put on room cleanup and I took Abby to the bathtub. I scoured her body the best I could. Then I sat down with an old toothbrush and a bottle of Clorox bleach cleaner and tried to scrub the poop from the tiny crevaces in her cast...but to no avail. I ended up wrapping the cast with medical tape to cover the fecal matter until tomorrow when I can take her back to the orthopedic surgeon. "Um, can we have a new cast?...this one got poop on it."
I love two year olds.
Earlier in the day, Abby (age 2) was escorted to the changing room for a doozy of a poopy one. While waiting for the diaper changing props to be staged she was swinging on the bar of the treadmill when she dropped and landed squarely on her rump. Do you know what happens when that much weight drops on a full, poopy diaper? It's kind of like stepping on a water balloon...full of poop! It shot out the sides of the diaper, onto the treadmill, down her leg and somehow on her little pink cast. (I'm talking substatial amounts everywhere!) (The pink cast on her arm is a whole other blog.) Clark got put on room cleanup and I took Abby to the bathtub. I scoured her body the best I could. Then I sat down with an old toothbrush and a bottle of Clorox bleach cleaner and tried to scrub the poop from the tiny crevaces in her cast...but to no avail. I ended up wrapping the cast with medical tape to cover the fecal matter until tomorrow when I can take her back to the orthopedic surgeon. "Um, can we have a new cast?...this one got poop on it."
I love two year olds.
Looks like rain...
Does anyone else ever take the weather report for granted? I do. I mean, how do they know?
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