Ok, I need to start by saying (although this has nothing to do with anything) that there is nothing more depressing than watching American Idol on “Sing a song from the year you were born” night. Seriously, 1990 David Archuleta??!!!! It is ruining a perfectly good night in which I got carded while out with some girlfriends (I could have kissed her). I went from feeling young and sassy to ridiculously old within a few hours. Seriously “Total Eclipse of the Heart” from the year you were born????!!!!!!!
Alright, I feel better getting that off my chest. On to WFMW. So because of Hannah’s yucky illness, she hasn’t been eating or drinking like normal. Typically my kids are really good poopers. Like daily, you can set a clock by them. So I always know something is off when they miss a day. Hannah was crying and clinging this afternoon and pointing to her diaper and then holding her nose. My wizard-like mommy skills detected that she was constipated (Seriously, when will this kid start talking?).
I knew movement was the best thing to get things moving, but she wouldn’t upwrap herself from me to move around. We had no juice in the house and I didn’t think it would work fast enough anyway. So I laid her down on the floor, massaged her tummy and bicycled her legs. She quieted down and even began laughing a bit. Sure enough within the half hour, BULLSEYE. I will spare you the details, but let’s just say, it was quite obvious while she was cranky. Quite obvious. Moving on…
Actually, not moving on. I really have nothing else to say. Bicycling legs…helps a baby poop. ‘Nough said.
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