A Telephone Call and...the Straight Poop

While I was sitting at work today I got a call from Parker. He sounded like he was having so much fun. He was calling to tell me that he was finally in Italy. He couldn't talk long, but we talked long enough to tell each other how much we missed one another. Chris said Parker was a picture-taking fool. He's been so ate up with his new camera that Chris has had to stop him several times because he's burning through the 2 GB card we sent with him. It was so nice hearing his voice.

Jackson was being so sweet today when I got home. As I was cooking dinner, he danced around the kitchen to the music on the radio. That boy sure can move! After dinner, he went back to his room to play with his toys. As I was sitting in the living room watching television, he came around the corner looking kind of sad. I looked at him and said, "What's wrong, Baby?" He stuck his bottom lip out and said, "Mommy, I need tell you sumtin!" So I said, "Well come here, Baby! What's the matter?" He walked over and stood right in front of me and just looked down at the ground. He looked like he didn't feel well, so I said, "Come up here on Mommy's lap and tell me what's wrong." He climbed up on my lap facing me and said, "I poop my pants, Mommy." I pulled my hand out from behind him and sure enough....my hand was covered in poop. He just couldn't have told me that BEFORE I picked him up! So I took him back to the shower to get him all cleaned up. He must've had diarrhea, because it was all down his leg and it was horrible. (Sorry. I know...TMI.)

After I got him bathed and in his jammies, we came back out to the living room to watch some television before bedtime. That's when he kneeled up next to me, grabbed my face with both of his hands and said, "You best friend, Mommy!" Even little devils can be angels sometimes!