My Little Picasso's

My Little Picasso's

Monday, February 27, 2012

Uncle Robby had to go buy prunes this past weekend.

Not for him ... for Charlie.

Charlie is constipated.  [Insert screaming here.]  I can only think it is this since his teeth are coming through in full force, drool everywhere(my FAVORITE PSU sweatshirt is permanently stained), no fever, oh and also the fact that his poop is massive hard green or almost black balls of very foul smelling poop.  [Insert more screaming.]  For a kid who pooped upteen times a day then suddenly did not, all I could figure was that.  It was with bananas at first, but now almost anything.  Uh-oh.  Pooping problems ahead.  [Insert very loud screaming here.]

The ickiest part for me is that sometimes I have to help him poop.  (This is when my husband leaves the room gagging. What a wimp.)  Wouldn't you want someone to help you out.  COME ON.  He is only 9 months old.  Give the poor little guy a break.

The hardest part for all of us is it is interrupting OUR sleep.  Screaming at all hours.  I missed Billy Crystal's entire opening montage last night.  How was it?

This morning he finally pooped ... safe for a few hours.

I think I'll put some prunes in his morning cereal.

By the way, Max's newest thing is saying HI repetitively to many inanimate things, but his voice rises in volume when the aforementioned inanimate thing does not respond.  Teehee!

February 27th, 2012

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