Messes Make Memories

While when they happen messes are not something you laugh at, messes do tend to stay in your memory. I still remember the time I spilled a whole container of hot homemade potato soup all over my kitchen floor. As I was cleaning up the sticky, starchy mess, I was far from laughing. In fact, I may have said some words that were not particularly laughable.

Given time, stories about messes do bring about laughter. One Thanksgiving, my mom tripped while carrying a bowl of corn. The corn flew up into the air, up on the ceiling, and fell all over the floor! We joke that there is still corn stuck to that kitchen ceiling. It is a wonderful memory of my mom that we tell again and again. I’m pretty sure, however, that it was a while before Mom could laugh at herself over spilling all that corn!

Some of the more messy messes are made by the little ones in our lives. A baby just learning how to eat solid food (which really isn’t all that solid–mashed banana, for instance) seems to get more banana on her clothes, the high chair, and the floor than actually in her mouth! I never realized how much banana stains clothes until I had a baby.

The most fun messes are the planned messes; the messes that come with a special event such as a birthday. For Lily’s second birthday, she wanted a “doggy” themed birthday party. I melted some chocolate to make some bone shapes for her cake, and I let Lily lick the spoon.

Now that’s a spoon!

Lily really enjoyed making that chocolatey mess, and I enjoyed watching her make it!
Doggy bone birthday cake!

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Saying Good-bye to Diaper Changes

Yesterday was a day of mixed feelings. I let go of something that I was happy to give up, and yet I was sad to see it go. A truck came to my house to take it off my porch where I had placed it. I was glad I was gone when the man came to take it away, or I might have come out of the house to tell him, “I changed my mind!”

Yesterday, I gave my changing table away to charity. Dare I say I spent hours standing at that changing table, changing diapers? On one hand, I am so happy that those diaper days are behind me. On the other hand, I’m sad to say goodbye to those wonderful baby days.

This is Lily on our changing table. She had just had her two-month-old check-up. She was such a happy baby, even after she received several shots at the doctor’s office! See that little round bandage on her pudgy leg?  We put that small, round mirror on the changing table for Lily to encourage her to look left. She was diagnosed with torticollis because she tended to turn her head only to the right. Personally, I didn’t think she had torticollis, but since I could only breast feed her on one side, I think she tended to look to only one side. She quickly grew out of that one-sided-ness!

I also took pictures of Emmy on the day of her two-month old check-up. She was always a little chubbier than my first little peanut! She was not quite as happy after getting her shots. She still hates them! While Lily is calm and quiet when she has to get a shot, Emmy will struggle and scream! I had to restrain her on my lap this fall just so the nurse could give her a flu shot.

See that little, red reading light clipped to the basket, next to the baby wipes? It was very bright, and I turned it on when I had to change Emmy in the middle of the night. I could see enough to change her diaper, and I didn’t wake up Lily in the process. Even though they have their own rooms, they are very close together. Lily started waking up again during the night when Emmy was born. I was one tired mama!

In the past few months, the changing table has been unused, a dumping ground for baby blankets, old baby shoes, towels, and baby wipe containers. Emmy has been potty trained since this past summer. We no longer have any use for a changing table.

Good-bye, good ol’ changing table. I hope another mama and baby will find you to help with that undesirable task of changing diapers!