Henry's Pooptacular

While Mommy has been on her Ohio Historical Society "World" Tour in Athens, Chillicothe, Marietta, and finally Columbus, Ohio, we've been keeping busy getting drywall installed the basement, going to a baseball game, and, unfortunately, working late (Henry got to skip that part and play with Gaga.

When we finally got a chance to catch up with our Rockstar Family Member and stake out our place in the moshpit (Henry likes to be up front and near the action when he's a groupie) at the Ohio Statehouse, Henry made it count. The venue was the Rotunda, seen below. (It's a virtual tour ... click and drag to see the whole thing!)



Henry stepped right up to the middle of the rotunda, looked up, and unleashed his bowels on the place. Pooptacular! The good news for us is that he, indeed, was in his diaper and there was no mess. Just memories...

We weren't so lucky this morning. Henry is trying to decide where big boys go to the bathroom. We'll let you take the quiz, too:

1. In our diaper
2. On the floor
3. In the bathtub
4. In the potty
5. A, B, and C

If you said "E", then you and Henry would be in total agreement. Unfortunately, you'd also be wrong. Dead wrong. Anyway, we performed a scarcely-heard-of morning bath when Henry woke up, and he decided that the best thing to do was to start peeing the minute he got undressed (this would be answer B). Mommy moved him over to the potty, but he convinced her that he was now done. Whew! On to the bath! The minute his feet touched the water, the fountain started flowing again (Answer C). This time, he turned his back to us and said "I'm not peeing in the bathtub!" Who's kid is he, anyway?

So Mommy drained the tub, explaining how peeing in the tub made the water "dirty". Henry seemed to understand. With brand new bath water, the bath was ready to resume. I went in the other room to do some very official parenting stuff, and wasn't out of the room 30 seconds before hearing "Daddy ... we have a problem!" Poop in the tub. I repeat, poop in the tub. We hauled him out again, got a a diaper on him, and again started explaining how poop is dirty and how big boys poop in the potty. So we asked him where big boys poop. First answer: "In the bathtub". Second answer: "In the shower". Third answer (after coaching): "In the potty."

We'll take that as a victory.

That's it for now. Thank God.

We got online!

It is with great pleasure that I inform you of the smashing success of our plans get Sarah, my wife, onto the Ohio University (OU) network, and, subsequently, onto the internet. This enabled us to have a videophone session last night. We enjoyed a very lovely conversation in which Henry told her about the baseball game we went to, showed her his boo boo, and, well, pooped his pants (which Mommy was still present to see the changing ceremony).

For those not up on this latest happening, Sarah's spending the week at OU chatting with history/anthropology/archeology types, and is just about to get her $2500 check to do some research and reporting on the project of her choice in one of those fields. Pretty cool, huh?

Anyhoo, one would think that getting Sarah onto the internet on the campus of an American University would be a snap, but to say that it was difficult is an enormous overstatement. Some of the highlights:

1. At Sarah's orientation, one of her instructors made it very clear that no one was to venture on to the OU network. No way, no how.
2. I called a friend of mine, a professor at OU, to hook a brother up. He was more than happy to help, but was stuck in an airport on his way back from Ecuador. Slacker. He advised to go to a coffee shop on campus. Bingo!
3. Sarah went to the coffee shop. It closed at 9:00 PM. Her scheduled sessions end at 9:00 PM each night. She arrived at the coffee shop at 9:30 PM. Rats!
4. I enlisted the help of some OU students that I know. She found a double-secret way to hook her up. One offered up the drive-by use of the wireless connection in her apartment! (she was in Columbus, but was pretty sure the wireless was still turned on, functioning, and available from the street).
   
5. Sarah tested out the triple-secret method, and SUCCESS!
   

Luckily for her no one has perfected digital smell yet ... that diaper probably didn't look half as bad as it smelled!