In the last month and a half I’ve come across several blogs where very young (my girl’s age) children have died, unexpectantly.  I find myself drawn to reading them, even though I’ll end up crying (and sometimes at work during break).  One woman expresses her pain and feelings so very eloquently that you can feel her pain to the core of your bones.  The other expresses it in a more crass way and with anger (duh) and once again you feel her pain deep inside.   I have had enough pain and sadness, enough “stuff” that I don’t need to read about other people’s sorrow.  But yet I do.   I guess I feel a camaraderie of sorts with them because of our little boy.  It’s not exactly the same, but in a way it is.  We all had a child, a child who was healthy and all of a sudden wasn’t, mine just happened before he had a chance to be a little boy for barely a heartbeat. 

But I still have these two little imps who are my world.

It’s a good thing.

Elvis has been spotted and is in the building!

Who could resist this little Elvis impersonator?

I knew it had to happen sometime and thought it would have a long time ago.   After Littlest was done with her bath, I let Bug play in the tub for pretty much as long as she wanted.   Daddy was in watching her while I getting clothes ready for the next day.  All of sudden I heard a splash and a thump, then Daddy repeating over and over that it was okay.  I ran in and there was Bug standing on the bathroom floor saying, “oh no, oh no, OH NO!” and then looking in the tub.   Fortunately, I chose not to take a picture of this one.  In the tub was two…two additional items.  Bug was so upset to see them she had jumped out of the tub.  She then leaned over the side of the tub and pointed at the floaters and kept saying gross, yucky, and such.   Daddy said that Mommy would explain to her what it was.  Gee, thanks Daddy!  So, I reassured her it was okay and that it sometimes happens.  We talked about only pooping in a diaper or in the potty and also if she feels an urge to try to hold it in her bottom until she can get to the potty.   Talk about trying to think of things on the fly.  I didn’t know what to tell her.  All I know was that it wasn’t a big deal and didn’t want her to be upset.   It’s times like these that I’m glad I’m older because a lot of things aren’t worth getting upset over.   Oh yes, who do you think cleaned out the tub?   Mommy of course!

On a side note, Daddy and I received a huge compliment from three of the team members from Early Intervention yesterday.   They were telling us how far Littlest had come along and also how well Bug was speaking and that it was clearly obvious that we were taking the time to talk and read to our children.  Daddy said that of course we would, who wouldn’t talk to their children.  All three of them said that we would be amazed what people do or don’t do.  I can’t even imagine not talking to my children or showing them constantly that I love them.   They said we didn’t even want to hear how horrible people are.   That part is true.   It was a good feeling to be validated by professionals.   As Bug would say, “Good Job Daddy, Good Job Mama.”  Oh, and don’t forget the clapping.