Monday, April 30, 2012

Oh, Poop.

A couple weeks ago, something happened that I have come to think of as “The Incident.” After it was over I had intended to sit down and write about it, the emotions being raw and fresh, but my bruised and battered psyche must have stopped me because I forgot until today.

It was a Friday just like any other Friday. Paul had gone to work. I had been dragged out of bed at an ungodly hour by two girls who – despite my best efforts - continue to insist that “day” starts when the sun comes up. Ha, as if.

Maybe it was because of the early morning fog I was mired in, but I failed to notice that a certain potty-trained girl who still wears diapers at night had neglected to remove said diaper and change into underwear. And now she had pooped in it. I had just finished changing a particularly gross Jacinta diaper, and was on my way to change Ariadne’s, so I gave a firm instruction to WAIT, so help me, and I will come change your poop as well.

Upon re-entering the hallway I was struck by a strong odor and knew that a certain someone had failed to follow my instruction. But nothing could prepare me for the destruction that lay within. As I turned the corner into the girls’ bedroom, I literally screamed in dismay. And kept screaming.

“WHAT DID YOU DO? WHY DIDN’T YOU WAIT FOR ME? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?” All of these things came out of my mouth, not in anger, but sheer panic. Because my sweet little three-year-old had taken matters into her own hands (not literally, thank God), and removed her poopy diaper. Then proceeded to step in it and track it all around the carpet in front of her bed.

In retrospect, I am sure that mothers have faced many worse messes than this. I have heard tales of poop smeared across walls and crib slats, and even (shudder) eaten. But at that moment I could not imagine even one thing that could possibly be worse. This was the worst thing that had happened to anyone, anywhere. I wished desperately that I could go back in time five minutes and make Ariadne sit in her own poopy diaper just a little bit longer so that I could erase this mess and the work I knew it would take to fix it.

After getting over the initial shock and paralysis, I carried the offending party to the bath where I proceeded to clean her off. Once she was clean and dressed, I sat her down on the couch and pondered this poopy problem.

Even though we’ve dealt with pet messes of various types before, my brain simply refused to recall anything helpful when I tried to decide on the first step. So, of course, I called my husband, which immediately calmed me down and jumpstarted my brain. Not to say that I recalled anything useful, but I did have the insight to consult an expert – Google.

When you search for “clean poop from carpet” there is no lack of results. Unfortunately for me, many of the helpful tips begin with something like “Gently pick up the fecal matter, taking care not to smear it into the carpet.” That advice, while helpful in many cases, was totally useless to me. It was already smeared into the carpet in about fifteen different places, so there would be no “gentle” removal here.

I finally stumbled across this gem, which in addition to being a bit more useful, also made me laugh. I think my shoulders actually made creaking noises as they lowered down from ear-level to a less-stressed position. I took the article’s advice and made the offending party sit in the room and watch while I cleaned up. I did not, however, feel up to taking pictures, so that opportunity is forever lost. Sorry to disappoint.

After reading the article, I formulated my plan of attack and got started. I used toilet paper to get the biggest pieces, and I didn’t worry too much about smearing since that part had already been accomplished. I then grabbed some old rags out of the rag bag (thank God for the rag bag), got them damp and just a little soapy, and picked at the fibers the best I could. Because the surface area was so large, there was no way I could pick at every fiber, but I worked on the worst areas.

Then, despite most of the contrary advice I had seen, I scrubbed. There was so much poop in the carpet already, I figured it couldn’t possibly get worse. And I was right. In this situation, the scrubbing helped a lot. It got the bulk of the poop out of the carpet. In your face, Google!

But I was left with the coffee-brown smudges described in the last step of the article. While I was tempted to try hydrogen peroxide, I remembered we still had a bottle of Folex that my mom had given us a while back. So I grabbed said bottle and got spraying. Then I grabbed more old rags and scrubbed the hell out of that carpet. And though my arm was about to fall off when I finished, that stuff worked.

It still smelled a little like poop in the room, and the carpet was a bit damp, so it was hard to tell at first if I had gotten all the stains. I sprinkled some baking soda over the area, pointed a fan at it, and then decided that it was the perfect time to clean the toilets and showers. I think my logic was along the lines of “well the kids’ shower is poopy so I need to clean it and might as well do my shower while I’m at it and hey I forgot to clean the toilets yesterday…” I think it was only adrenaline that kept me going.

Later, I stopped by Home Depot to pick up another bottle of Folex in case it was needed. But when I vacuumed the carpet, the smell and the stains were gone. Phew!

I’d like to wrap up with some deep thoughts about lessons learned, but really the rest of that day is kind of a blur. Maybe the moral would be something like “rolling with the punches” or “patience is a virtue”.

No wait, I got it.

Sh*t happens.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Easter Weekend

I’m posting this a little late (ha) but I wanted to share some pictures from Easter weekend.


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On Holy Thursday, Jacinta made her first foray into the pool this year, with Omi’s help.


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Since we didn’t come prepared with swimsuits, Veronica wore an old one that belonged to my sister Shauna. It’s hard to see with the vest, but with her blonde wavy hair she could have been Shauna.

Jacinta used the floaty suit that my parents always have on hand for the girls. They are always prepared.


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Jacinta was pretty interested in the water.

Though not very interested in going in the water.


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And pretty pleased with herself. But that’s no different from any other day.


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Veronica preferred to be on a raft.


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If she fell in, she made a quick exit. It was still a bit cold.


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“I have a crazy sister.”


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Veronica was okay with the inner tubes, too.


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Until the vest started to squash her face.

“Help me.”


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Cousin Lukas to the rescue!


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Jakob preferred his perch outside the pool, though he wasn’t opposed to putting things in it.

Since my aunt and uncle and cousins and grandpa were in town, Holy Saturday night was Wing Night. Unfortunately I forgot my camera so I won’t be able to post pictures of the epic tastiness to make you jealous.

But feel free to be jealous of Veronica’s stomach bug which kept her up puking for half the night.


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Easter morning, she felt much better. She had been given new life.


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Determined not to waste it, she decided to become a concert pianist a la Stevie Wonder. Complete with glasses. Minus the blindness.


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Lots of goofy moments.


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And some quiet moments.


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Video games.


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Lots of babies.


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There was even a game of Star Wars. Veronica was the director and also played Luke. Erik was Darth Vader. Epic lightsaber battle ensued.


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Jacinta stayed out of the game. She preferred to experiment with fashion accessories.


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It was great having everyone in town. And thanks to my uncle and dad, the door handle of our Subaru AND the A/C in our van is fixed. Yay! Just in time for the heat.

Can’t wait to see everyone again. When they move back here. You are moving back…right???

Wednesday, April 18, 2012


All three girls have had the same infant hair (albeit in different shades).


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This is Veronica at about three and a half months. See how it does that sweep to the right? Her right. Your left.


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And again at about five months. Still doing the sweep.

On another note, have you ever seen a chubbier chubbikins? I thought not.


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Jacinta at about five months. Although a couple strands escaped downward, it still goes mostly to the right.


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Here, at six months, you can see it is clearly sweeping.

“Mmmmmm, these fingers taste great!”


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Which brings us to Ariadne. Or Ariad, as Veronica likes to call her.

True to form, she has the rightward sweep going on. I don’t fight it. After a bath, I just comb things they way they want to go.

But the other day I wanted to try something different. Something…radical.


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What happens when you make right-sweeping hair go left?


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Bump it!


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Ariadne’s got her style on.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Happy Easter!

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The Easter Bunny had a busy night, ifyaknowwhattamean.

Jokes aside, the girls and their new friends would like to wish everyone a Happy Easter!

“Do not be afraid! I know that you are seeking Jesus the crucified. He is not here, for he has been raised just as he said.”

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Tea Time

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Would you like to see what tea time looks like at the Greene household?


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