The last week has been a trying one in the Taylor household. The week started with Sydney's fever last Monday & she just wasn't herself all week. Jason treated us (me- I seem to be the only one who cannot sleep through it) to three nights in a row of an hour's crying around 1am. I am thinking that his pain tolerance is not what his sister's was & the teeth that are starting to push up were causing him some discomfort.
On Friday, Sydney finally had a physical symptom that confirmed our beliefs that she just wasn't feeling well. Diarrhea. Brad unfortunately learned of this condition the hard way. This is the scene, I am in the kitchen getting dinner ready, Brad is in our room changing his clothes & Sydney starts crying out in the bathroom. Brad yells from the bedroom for Sydney to use her words to tell him what is wrong. Meanwhile he has finished getting dressed & heading to the bathroom to see firsthand what is the matter. Sydney had to go to the bathroom, but didn't quite make it & he found a foot diameter of poop on the floor (not counting the splatter as he would tell you).
She had done so well all day getting to the bathroom in time, but this one time she just wasn't quick enough & Daddy was the lucky one to help her out. I was really impressed with how well she did Friday, because with that nasty condition it can be difficult for an adult to make it there in time let alone a little girl. Saturday she was a bit better, but she essentially laid around all day & would eat nothing but dairy products. Therefore, when she went to the bathroom last night & had a banana-shaped poop (her words, not mine) it was also the colour of a banana. I have never seen something so disgusting.
You probably didn't really want to hear about that, but I thought it was at least humourous enough to share. When you have kids, your topics of conversation often change. However, I know of many guys that have poop conversations well into their...adulthood.
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