Poop

Is it ok to curse on one's own blog? For really, instead of saying Poop, I really want to scream out loud "shit!" I've been dealing with flying poop the last couple of days - really since Dennis went back to work. Dennis has been, heretofore, the main diaper changer. And I suppose I'm just not as adept or less lucky in the diaper changing department. I spent an hour cleaning up poop that sprayed across the carpet yesterday. Oh, did I mention it went all over the table first and down the little space between the drawers and table? It made the other poop accidents - the ones I managed to stop in time with my bare hands or diaper but nevertheless soil enough of Evan and clothes and surrounding area - seem so easy in comparison. But still they take their toil, especially when it happens twice in the middle of the night. A thorough cleaning always wakes Evan up fully, which means a prolonged wake and soothing time, which means lost sleep. That's one poop issue I have. The other comes from Zoe who refuses to use the potty. I've been so good about not pressurizing her - because I did before and it backfired. Well, this morning, I lost it and pressured her again. When Zoe came and told me to leave her alone - code word for she is about to go poo poo in her diaper - I suggested gently she use the potty instead. When she went from zero to one hundred on the cry dial, I lost it and yelled at her. I told her that she has to learn at some point because she is a big girl now and she replied "No, I am a baby still!" I had to leave the room because I was so mad and I really shouldn't say anything when I'm mad. So now, as I type this, she may well have a budge in her diaper that needs changing. I'm so vexed. I know that no child goes to elementary school with diapers, but I don't know when Zoe is going to learn. I fear that my occasionally pressure is two steps forward and one step back. I should go out to the garden to curse. Because that's all I want to do now. Then perhaps I can say "C'est la vie" after. Life is, after all, very good.

Update: Sometimes Zoe says such disarming things I don't know if I should cry or laugh. Following the outburst with Zoe over the potty - as recounted above - I left Zoe alone in her room to "think about it," while I retreated to blogging about it. All was quiet for about twenty minutes. Then I hear Zoe's feet peter patter out. She walked up to me and addressed me. When I turned to face her, she said, "Mama, I forgive you." I was speechless! Then, I said, "And I forgive you!" 

Evan Kim

It is truly four Kims now! Evan, our little boy weighing 7 lbs 1.9 oz, was born on Monday Sept 20, 2010.

Euphoria doesn't quite capture how we felt when he first emerged from me. It was part relief, part disbelief, but mostly joy. Overwhelming joy. This joy was compounded by the fact that about twenty minutes before Evan's birth, I was convinced that a C-section was imminent. (More on the birth story later). But here he is. Our little baby boy.