http://youtu.be/o7BmJM_9RUM (click on that because I can't figure out how to embed the link, but read the following first)
So that above scene, that I in no way own and apologize for it's horrible quality, pretty much sums up my evening with Seth. Something he ate decided to wage a war in his tiny tummy tonight before bed and he found himself battling a case of "muddy water" as he calls it. And I, as his very lucky mom, had the privilege of sitting with him in the bathroom while a scene very much like the above one, played out. That is just one of the many perks of being a parent. You never know if your kids are going to want mommy or daddy in their times of need. So when I got called into the bathroom tonight to ride out the storm with my ailing four year old, I went. I think such situations are listed in the fine print of rights you waive when you leave the hospital with your bundle of joy. Along with things like ever soundly sleeping again, hot meals for at least the first five years, showers that last longer than fifteen minutes, ect.
One thing to know about Seth is that he NEVER stops talking. He's even been known to talk in his sleep. So while he violently evacuated his lower intestines he kept up a steady stream of conversation like we were sitting on the couch having a normal conversation. And if you know anything about me, I have the maturity level of a twelve year old boy when it comes to bathroom jokes so it takes every fiber of my being not to collapse into a fit of giggles and keep a straight face. My favorite line from Seth was when he looked down at his tummy and exclaimed, "tummy, what's wrong with you!!".
I am glad to report that by the time he drifted off to dream land he seemed fine and hopefully that will be the case through the night. Although I won't hold my breath for that since that whole no sleep thing was in the fine print. Well, I take that back, I will be holding my breath but for a different reason.