Monthly Archives: March 2018

An evil kind of magic.

I don’t know what it is… but this child likes to empty the pipes in big volleys. We hear a big poop (she’s so loud) and we wait 1-5 minutes before getting up to go to the bathroom because there is always more. Sometimes we stand at the changing table and get her undressed in slow motion because more is coming.

We wait for the second big volley. It arrives. Ok. We’ll try changing you.

We get the diaper off.

I swear to cheese at least once a day she pees on our hands as we are putting the new diaper up to her. It always lands on the new diaper. Ok, so there’s two diapers and a full change of the changing table so far.

We get her cleaned up (a task) then get a fresh diaper on her then set her on the floor. Proceed to change the cover and everything on the changing table. Get everything ready to go again. Poor Noah usually has this festivity rain down on him (ewwww) while he is changing the baby. I get it too though…

Pick her up and put her back on the changing table and start the process of getting dressed again. Finish. Pick up the baby.

She poops again.

This. Is. Daily. (or almost daily. It’s freakin constant feeling.)

I do not remember my first children being prolific in this manner but it is hilarious as it frustrates me.

Every. Single. Day we have a diaper change that involves a minimum of three diapers. Sometimes she gets to a fourth diaper in a half an hour period without me leaving the bathroom.

Given that when she was born we had some concerns about kidney function I will choose to just be grateful that all the plumbing works so well.

Oh, and every single time she gets put on the changing table she instantly spits up and soaks the entire front of her clothes and creates a puddle around her head.

Cheers.

Naw, no shame

I’m going to write this up. Because it seems important.

CPS came to our house yesterday. They were checking up on that incident I’m being cagey about from last summer. First: the fact that it took them 8+ months to follow up is a sign that the system does not have time for low hanging fruit.

The caseworker was a really nice dude. He had a soft spoken voice; he was incredibly non threatening and warm. He is clearly someone who works for CPS because he wants to be able to help kids who are in trouble.

He asked us a lot of questions and he liked our answers. He closed the case and agreed with the person I spoke to on the phone way back when I self reported this incident to CPS last summer: “Sometimes kids do things we wish they wouldn’t and then we have to educate them as to why they can’t ever do that again.”

My kids were scared to talk to him then confused and relaxed after they did because “I don’t understand why he cares if I like X grade…”

The questions weren’t scary or intense but the questions for us as adults were thorough. I feel he asked questions that should be asked for the protection of children and I don’t feel upset at all for being monitored in this way. I’m glad there are folks to check up on kids how he did.

It was kind of funny how he relaxed a little after we explained about our non-binary kid.

I want to relate more details about the questioning because I feel like it was well done, but that would be skirting the privacy of my kids and that’s the barrier I’m trying to stick to.

But I’ll say that as a parent, CPS was absolutely lovely. They were checking up on the safety of my kids and they were not threatening in any way. I do actually feel glad that there are people in this world who will just show up to make sure my kids are ok. Given my background that seems so wonderful.

It’s not a bad thing to be monitored. I’m not ashamed of how I’m handling issues. I feel very proud that when I’m asked about discipline I can talk with great detail about how I handle issues and I feel confident that I’m doing the best that is available to me. We talk. We do time ins more than time outs. Outside voices go outside.

It’s not that we never fuck up. It’s that when we do… we do intensive education about why it needs to change next time.

This is the best we can do. And it’s not terrible in the scheme of things. The fact that I self reported the issue and put both of my kids in therapy (we actually had the appointments scheduled before the incident! It wasn’t a reactionary choice! It was proactive but it happened at exactly the time when we needed it to) and family therapy and worked more on education stuff…

What the hell else can you do?

Hilarity

Yesterday I was gazing in adoration at the baby, like I do, and I was talking to her about how much I am looking forward to getting to know her. She had one of those frowny moments (oh she has a good scowl in the making… the lines between her eyebrows are already etched) and I said, “And with a frown like that I hope you are going to be judgy as shit! I could use some company.”

She opened her eyes from a dead sleep to side eye me, glare for a few seconds, then she relaxed back into sleep.

Oh I can’t wait until you can talk. This will be so much fun.