oh gross
Gentry grosses me out lately. Seriously.
We gave up on bed wetting. By we, I mean I let JJ stop waking up every 3 hours to change the bedding. Seriously. It just got old and Gentry does not care. Gentry is back in night time diapers. Today when I went to get it off of him, he said, “Wait I want to get the rest of the pee out of me.”
O.
M.
G.
I am not touching that you little dirty pig. I made him take it off and put it downstairs in the kitchen garbage. To me, I am thinking, if you can put on your own diaper. You are possibly to old for them, but he is a stubborn little thing and will not stop peeing. Ever. Ever. Ever. And the stench of his pee kissed skin makes me want to vomit. I won’t indulge you. But he has to bath every morning to get rid of it.
Later today, we went to our garden plot so I could plant a few things. He had a friend there with him and they were making a lovely mud mess. Washing their hands in the water and then LICKING THE REST OF THE DIRT OFF HIS HANDS! I am not kidding. I mean, we are at a community garden filled with manure, and fertilizer and who knows what else. Gross. Throughout the course of this he got muddy feet and shoes and made me spray them off.
After the garden adventure, I changed his mud soaked clothing and we went to the library. On the way I turned around to witness, to my horror, Gentry with his big toe in his mouth.
I will leave it at that.
Than! At the library he needed a drink from the drinking fountain. I looked away for a second and when I looked back, he had his mouth attached to the water shooting thing. You know, the thing encrusted in minerals, slime, germs and pig flu.
How do I accept kisses from this kid? I keep telling him he is going to get scurvy or cancer or worse. He just does not care.
I need to go dry heave in the bathroom for a minute.