Thursday, February 5, 2009

Oh no you didn't!

Yesterday, after taking H to school, I brought the twins inside and deposited them (in their carseats) on the kitchen floor. I told T to finish his juice from lunch while I brought the empty garbage can back inside the garage and got the mail from the mailbox. I was gone for about two minutes total. When I came back inside, T was sitting in a corner of the living room by the piano, as if he was hiding. When I asked him what was wrong, he said, "My pants are wet." I asked him if he had peed or just spilled juice on them. He said he had spilled. When he stood up, I saw that it was a tiny spot of juice. "No big deal," I said.

While N was still in her carseat, I tried to get her to drink the last of her bottle (a common occurrence around here). I noticed there was a small stain on her blanket. Then I realized I was standing in a puddle (luckily, I didn't have socks on--I hate that). I quickly surmised that my darling three year-old boy must have drunk his juice standing next to his sister and then spilled (most likely while leaning into her seat to "talk to her"). There was juice on two blankets, all over her clothes, the floor, on the carseat fabric, on the carseat itself, and leaked through the cracks in the carseat onto the floor.

Now, if it had just been water, it wouldn't have bugged me. I would have still had to change N's clothes, but water dries. Water does not stain. Water is not sticky. But he wasn't drinking water. He was drinking juice (a rare occurrence around here). So, after sending T to timeout, I stripped N down to her diaper, and then stripped the carseat fabric off the base, all the while lecturing T that his poor choice (not sitting down at the table) meant more work for me.

Perhaps I'm the only one, but taking off the carseat fabric, washing it, and putting it back on is one of the truly annoying tasks in my book. Usually it's a puking incident, so I can't get the fabric off quickly enough. Fast forward to later when it's clean, and I'm suddenly staring at a seat that I have no idea how to put back together. I'll pull out the not-so-handy manual and spend forever staring, pulling, and maneuvering, until it seems to be right. There are seats that I don't think have ever been the same after a puking episode.

Luckily for me, I have a matching set of carseats--given to me by my wonderful family before the twins were born. Incidentally, have I ever mentioned my love for these seats? I've never had cute carseats before, and I love how pretty they are.


Anyway, when it was time to put N's seat back together, I just used A2's seat for a much handier guide. :)

4 comments:

Angie said...

Another reason for the nearly no juice rule in our house too! And I agree carseat reassemblage taxes my already limited spatial skills. But unlike you, I don't have handy duplicate seats to cheat from. Who knew there were so many hidden advantages of twins?

Monica said...

who knew we got you such cute seats! I'm afraid this baby will have the lovely seat used by all the boys.
I guess it could have been worse and been puke....

Oh and love the new signature!

Maria said...

Yes, I totally HATE having to wash carseats, too. It is such a pain.
Thanks for dinner, by the way! I ate a ridiculous amount of it, and loved it!!

Nataluscious said...

Yet another reason to have twins. Ha. K2 was my throw-up-in-the-car girl and after about the third time, we just chucked the seat altogether. Was I going to have to spend the money to get a new one? Yes. But in that moment it sure beat cleaning out the chunks of puke yet again, disassembling the entire unit, soaking all the small parts and trying to reassemble. I don't care if they are my kids and I love 'em to death - I still can't handle the puke.