Functionally ReTodded

So today the wife and I were awakened by the cooing (which means hungry barking and crying) from 3doh and thus started our day of feed / change then respective showers, etc.  Every day tends to start with that.  Then 1doh “sneaks” downstairs (it’s amazing that a girl that weighs 32 pounds couldn’t sneak up on a dead man) to surprise me.   2doh is awake shortly thereafter, and then we have a morning of “What do you want for breakfast?” and “Get dressed,” and other stuff.

And today was to have been no different.  Except….

1doh walked into our room and told GBD “There’s something wet in my bed.”

No big deal…right?

Nope.  No big deal at all.  Except when it’s VOMIT!

So 1doh, the sleepwalking, sleep-peeing child, is now the sleep-vomiting child.  She said her belly was bothering her last night, but I figured that was the cookies she had for dinner.  Oh well.  Chalk one up for parental non-intuition.

We kept her home from school for the day.  I had perfect attendance until 8th grade.  My eldest child didn’t get out of August.

Oh, and I forgot to tell you that it simply never ever stops getting funny hearing that your son peed in his own eye or, better yet, your wife/mother in law/mother/father’s eye when he was being changed.  That’s high comedy.

I have a construction question for you all.  Are the fumes related to drywalling and sealing toxic?  Cuz they shur smells gud,but I think their gibbing me a haddock.

Another funny from this weekend was when we bought 1doh her first radio/cd player.  Twenty bucks I am glad I spent but regret at the same time.  She tells us every time 2doh breathes on the thing (which is often).  However, the upside  was that during the gojillionth playing of track one from the Hannah Montana cd, 2doh got into a  dancing frenzy, left the den, and came back nude.  Dancing.

That’s right.   My not yet two year old has a affinity for dancing nude, smacking herself on the bottom and examining her naughty parts at length.

Could a father be prouder?