Day 4

It's been four days since we put Hazel to sleep. I can't even write the words without getting weepy, but life goes on.

Anyway, here are some choice moments from the last 4 days...

Friday
I volunteered at Sophie's school and drove her home afterward...

Me: Sweetie, I want to remind you about Hazel.

Sophie: Is she dead yet?

Me: Yes. We put her to sleep yesterday.

Sophie: Hmmm...no wonder I didn't see her.


Saturday
Sophie, Ava and I are in the car on the way to Barnes & Noble.

Sophie: Let's play the name calling game!

Me: I don't like name calling.

Sophie: No...just funny names...

Me: Okay. You go first.

Sophie: You're a slimy limey!

[Ava laughs.]

Me: You're a dinky stinky.

[Ava laughs.]

Sophie: You're a [fill in the blank with nonsense words]!

[Ava laughs.]

Me: You're a schnitzel.


[Ava laughs.]

Sophie: You're a bitchel!

I know, but I'm so much better than I used to be.


Sunday Morning
Sophie has just pooped on the potty.

Sophie: Mom!  I pooped two big round balls!

Me: Great.  I bet you feel better. [She had been complaining about her tummy.]

Sophie: I do...want to know how I did that?

[This is one of those times when I'm not really sure of what's coming next, but it's easier just to go along.]

Me: Sure.

Sophie: Well, I just closed my privates really hard to break it in half.  That's how I made two balls.

Good to know.


Sunday Afternoon
We're in Arizona for a week or so for spring break and it's lovely—a perfectly-timed escape. We're staying in a house with a splash pool in the back yard, and the girls were in it all day long. Naturally, Ava pooped in the pool. She was in a swim diaper, but didn't tell us and by the time we discovered it, she had brewed some nice poop tea.

We evacuated for a while to let the pool filter itself and during that time, our friends Eric and Mike came for a visit. When it was time to go back, we made Ava wear her other swim suit because we wanted to wash the swim shirt she'd been wearing during the incident.

Ava: MAMA!!!!!  WHERE MY SWIM SUIT!!!!

Me: It's in the bag by the door.

Ava: (to Eric and Mike) I poop in my shirt.

Mike: You pooped in your shirt?

Ava: Yes (sounds like "yesh"). I poop in my shirt.

Me: I don't think so. You pooped in your swim diaper.

Ava: I fink so!  I POOP IN MY SHIRT!!!!

Technically, she's right. She pooped...while she was in her shirt.