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September 12, 2005
Ice ice baby
This evening, I experienced not just one of those ya gotta laugh moments, but two.
Rex was on a conference call back in the bedroom. He didn't actually have to talk, but he was trying to listen, so I tried to keep the kids out of his hair. I handed him Katie during the first potty emergency. Then I took the kids into the living room, and got them both into their pj's. Katie must have been exhausted, because she started her nothings-gonna-shut-me-up-but-a-boob screeching. I started nursing her, and wave two hit. I could have handed her off to Rex again, but I knew she'd scream like a banshee and he wouldn't be able to hear a thing, so I took her to the bathroom with me. This isn't the first time I've taken her in with me, but it is the first time I breastfed while taking a dump.
That ignominity over, I got Jamie the cup of ice water she had been asking for and herded her back to the living room. I settled onto the couch and switched Katie to the other side to prepare for my poetic reading of Bambi. That's when Jamie dumped her cup of ice water. On the couch. In my crotch.
It took a while for the cold to soak through, but by this time, Katie was nearly out cold. I couldn't shriek, I couldn't jump up and run, I couldn't do anything but pick the ice cubes out from under my butt and toss them into the kitchen for the cat to chase.
Posted by me at September 12, 2005 9:37 PM