April 22nd, 2008 at 1:43 pm
(Bath, My Kids, New)
To start things off there was a strange smell in my office when I came in, in the morning, like rotten food. After a little searching, I checked the mouse trap behind the printer, and saw a nice plump mouse. Ewwww.
Then when we get home, I find out that Damien had an accident at daycare. Good thing we keep a spare set of under pants there.
For the kicker, just before I was going to take the kids out of the tub, Sergey takes a dump.
so I had to:
1. Get the kids out and let them stand without towels.
2. Then put the toys in the sink (for washing later).
3. Then (my favorite part) fish out the poop from the water (by hand).
4. Yuck, yuck, yuck (This was an actual step in the process).
5. Drain the tub and rinse any remaing poop down the drain.
6. Put the kids back in the tub for a quick soaping and shower off (which they handled better than I would have thought).
Well we all survived, and Olya launched a second attack on the tub while I took care of the kids.
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December 10th, 2007 at 11:30 am
(Bath, Damien, NaBloPoMo, Olya, Sergey)
As you may have noticed I took about a week off from posting after NaBloPoMo.
My SPAM rating dropped to 4.2, what a wakeup call, I try to get it up to double digits.
My Aikido test Saturday went well, except that I tore the skin on the bottom of my big toe, and started to bleed on the mat, which is a big no no in Aikido. I was told to just put some socks on, which I did by running to the locker room, in the back, only to learn that I had left my socks with my shoes today, so I had to run back out and across the mat to the front of the building. My Sensei said not to worry, because the other three people testing with me were glad for the break {some of them even thanked me afterwards, and asked if I could do it again for the next test}.
Originally I had wanted to hold off on testing until spring, and then try to double test. However, my sensei said she thought I was ready to do the first test now, and that I have already not tested long enough.
I made several mistakes on my test {other than bleeding, which is not considered a mistake}. Mostly forgetting to Atemi {a fake attack to the attackers face}. However as she said the first test it to see if the student gets the basic idea of Aikido, {which I do}, and has the basic movements down, {double check, though my technique still needs lots of work}.
Olya missed all of my testing because the kids started to freak out, just before my test began. We were there at 9 AM, and my test did not start until 10 AM, or later. The kids were OK initially, but the just got so bad at the end, that Olya had to take them out of the room and into the building entrance.
To make up for all the hard work she put in, I bought Olya lots of chocolate.
Then we went to the [work] Christmas party. Where Sergey was afraid of Santa, and Damien, was brave enough to approach him on his own. Sergey got a truck with tools on it, which Damien tried to commandeer initially. Damien’s name was called almost last, and he was starting to fall asleep on the floor. No surprise, because both boys kept us up LOTS last night.
When Damien’s name was called, he walked up on his own, and sat on Santa’s lap by himself.
Damien got a red dragon, with flapping wings, and biting action. Both the boys fought for control of the dragon for most of the weekend.
Then home and a nap for Dad, then dinner, then a bath for the two of them, changed into their PJ’s, and off to another party.
Surprisingly the boys did not want to leave the living room, once at great grandma’s house. This wasn’t because they didn’t have the energy, or weren’t hyper. So they stayed in the room, and rolled around on the floor, and made several sorties at the Christmas tree. This just goes to reinforce the idea that our tree will again be up on a table, where it is not so easy to get at.
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August 21st, 2007 at 2:34 pm
(Bath, Damien, New, Sergey)
I gave the boys a two in one bath (both boys in one tub) last night.
Damien was playing with his shoes, not on his feet. He was using them as cars and loading dolls (like the handmade Easter chick from Great Grandma) or other toys (such as an empty bubble solution bottle that used to contain Cereal, but that is another story) into them. Sergey was trying to take the shoes and or their occupants away from Damien, a trick he probably learned from Damien, but I still stop Sergey on principle.
As usual Damien protested and claimed he did not want a bath, but Daddy is wise and know that in his heart of hearts Damien doth long for both tub and water and to sit there in. So I marched his butt to the foot of the stairs while carrying Sergey. Once there, Damien climbed up on his own, and went into the bath room to look longingly at the empty tub.
I turned on the water and went with Sergey to get their towels. When I returned the shoes had made the transition from cars to boats and were floating in the tub. Snatching the shoes out from the tub I noticed that they were mostly dry their all rubber sole had mostly protected them and their cargo I put them in the sink to dry and hid the yarn chick from Damien’s view, because it is not really a water toy, hoping for out of sight out of mind.
This didn’t fool Damien though (dam object permanence), and he called for a “duck” which the yarn chick did resemble, but I was feigning ignorance. Both boys were naked and in the tub already. They both LOVE the tub, even though Damien originally complained about taking a bath he complained when I started undressing Sergey first (how dare I) and started to climb into the tub fully clothed, so I relented and undressed him first.
With both of them in the full tub with about 2 inches of water, I can’t really leave the bathroom for very long, even though Sergey can stand up on his own (even in the tub). Making sure neither was fighting, I went across the hall to their room looking for a rubber ducky, all the time I made sure I could hear Sergey’s voice and paying special attention for any loud splashes or blub blub type noises.
Seconds later I am back in the bathroom, and the boys are as happy as can be, that is until Damien realizes that I don’t have a “duck”. At this point he has a tantrum in the tub, which of course freaks out Sergey who tries to climb out of the tub.
I know we have several ducks but they are down stairs in the great room and I can’t leave the boys for that long, I also don’t want to carry a wet Sergey around the house looking for a duck, so I do the most logical thing. I send Damien to get his own duck. Damien demands that he take along three other toys with him so his hands will be full, and refuses a towel or a toweling off, probably because he associates that with the end of the bath and it is too early to stop having so much fun, so off he goes naked, wet, dripping, with his toys in his hands, yelling “DUCK DUCK” as he goes down the hall. God Speed Damien.
I use the interim to clean up the Sergey, so when Olya arrives with a wet Damien and a ducky we can switch kids. This is a necessity because Damien is having a renewed tantrum when he gets the ducky which is NOT the “duck” he was looking for. Since he is already complaining I wash his hair which he hates (I just pretend he likes it, that way I don’t feel so bad).
It doesn’t take long for the happy Damien to reemerge and we spend the rest of the bath playing with the water. When we or I am done, I ask if he wants out of the tub, knowing the answer is “No”. Damien says “No”, (see I told ya), “OK, but I am going to let the water out” I tell him, and I wait for him to get cold. I know it’s mean but trust me it is way more easy this way.
there is more but that will have to wait for another post
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May 10th, 2007 at 11:02 pm
(Bath, Damien, daycare)
I have noticed that there are large quantities of sand in Damien’s shoes lately.
Yesterday he had a tablespoon of sand in one just one shoe.
Today the mystery has been solved, when I picked him up from daycare.
It turns out that Damien and Keith, who are in the same room at daycare, like to play” in the sand box.
“Play” may be the wrong word; “bathe” may be more accurate.
Most kids freak out when they get sand in their hair, but Damien and Keith are not most kids.
They like to sit in the sand box and poor sand over their heads, and laff; since that is so fun, why not poor sand over each other’s head while we are at it.
Then they laff some more and do it again.
I can only theorize how the sand gets into their shoes.
Possibly when they stand up all the excess sand falls of and buries the two of them up to their ankles.
(I’ll spell check this later, I just need to post something before I forget how)
(spell checked)
When I went to clean up the kiddy tub, there was quite a bit of sand in the bottom of the tub. Apparently hair makes a great sand storage system.
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April 9th, 2007 at 5:37 pm
(Bath, Damien, Sergey)
Thursdays are bath night
Damien has finnally started to bend his head down and close his eyes when I rinse his hair.
Six months of training has paid off.
Damien has no problem spraying himself in the face with the hand held shower head.
Sergey on the other hand takes it like a man. Either it does not bother him to have water running down his face or he does not know that he should complain about it.
Sergey has out grown the reclining add on for the mini tub, now he can sit on his own, and plan with the toys and the water. I keep his baths low about one inch deep for his own safty, and I never leave his side.
The mini tub is also nice for Damien because he can reach the top of the sides so when he slips he can pull himself upright, before I can help him.
I tried to get Damien to shower with me but he refused to enter the shower stall that I use. I think he is afraid of all the water coming down, it never stops him from opening the shower door when I am in there. I think this is just one of the many ways that he has to torture me.
I have learned to wash with one hand while holding the shower door closed with the other whenever he enters the bathroom. Of course this does not stop him from leavin the bathroom door open and letting out all the warm air, the stinker.
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March 15th, 2007 at 7:54 am
(Bath, Damien, Sergey)
Well it was bath night last night.
And it went well.
Little Sergey is sitting up in the tub on his own, and playing with the hand held shower head, that I lay in the tub for him. He really seems to enjoy it.
After the bath I get him ready for bed.
Using a trick from one of our friends to prevent blowouts we put him in one of Damiens bigger diapers (Note: little Sergey blasted through even the bigger diaper last night but it gives his cloths a fighting chance.)
Then I round up Damien, who does NOT want a bath.
And he tells me so all the way trough the house, whining, crying, fake seizures, and playing dead, then he does it all again going up the stairs, and down the hallway.
At the bathroom door he stands up, opens the door and says “bath”, “bath”, “bath” while trying to drag me into the bathroom so he can jump in the tube before there is any water in it.
He has issues, I am not sure what they are yet, but it would be nice if they were clarified somewhere so I could read up on them.
Both children went to sleep rather well, and let mommy and daddy have some play time on the computer, and fun was had by all because the kids were asleep and the parents could goof off for a bit. 
The End
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