After I woke from my power-nap, a much happier Tiffany went to greet Hyrum with renewed strength and patience. I was prepared to tell him how proud I was of him for playing so quietly and would he like to read books together now.
I heard Hyrum's deep breathing as I made my way down the hall to his room. (I was secretly congratulating myself for boring the kid into a nap). I peeked in his room expecting to see him with his books, asleep on the bed. He was not there. I checked in his closet. No Hyrum. I stopped myself from yelling "Hyrum" (because who would want to wreck such a good thing as a sleeping angel?) I could still hear him breathing deeply from somewhere. I'd just have to keep looking.
Adding my keen sense of smell to my sensitive ears I finally found Hyrum...All Pooped Out!
I guess I had to wake him up now. Trying to wake Hyrum up is never a pleasant experience. Add this to cleaning him up...and "Waaaaaaaah! Mom, my feet hurt. Needles mom needles".
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Holy crap! (pun kinda intended)
I just shot Hawaiian Punch out my nose all over my desk. Thanks a lot.
Reminds me of his dad at dinner time ...
ROTFLOL!!! Oh this was a great laugh. You need to get a copy of Ben asleep on the bench at supper and put them side by side in Hyrum's scrapbook.
I didn't shoot Hawaiian punch out my nose but I do have a cold . . . This was the best laugh in a long time. We needed a laugh today.
How long did the potty ring last on him bum? Ryan did this as a little kid and cried all afternoon that his bum hurt.
That is so funny! It is rare to find my girls sleeping anywhere, let along somewhere so unusual! Thanks for the laugh!
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