Sunday was quite the interesting day.
The shenanigans started on Saturday night; as we were getting ready for bed, Jon discovered that SOMEONE (glares in the direction of the sleeping cats) peed on his side of the bed. We think it was Boo, since we observed her earlier in the evening dragging her hind end on the carpet. What a joyous sight to behold THAT was.
So the sheets went into the washing machine, and we put the other set on. Unfortunately, we couldn't find the fitted sheet. So we had to tuck in a flat sheet. She'd peed on the comforter as well, so we each had our own set of blankets to sleep with that night.
Sunday, I laid down to take a nap when Ian went down for his. I smelled something .. interesting .. We discovered several nice logs on the bed, again on Jon's side of the bed. Apparently Boo is quite annoyed with Jon. I was exhausted, though, so after we got rid of the smelly poo, I still laid down to take my nap (gotta get the nappin' while the nappin' is good, i.e. the child is himself asleep).
About an hour later, I woke up and went about my day. A little while later, Jon started cussing in the bedroom. Apparently, while I was sleeping, Boo THREW UP on the bed. By my feet. She's darn lucky that I didn't get any on me, or that I didn't smell it, because I would have been right alongside her, puking.
Anyway, that was the first time I've ever seen Jon so mad that he was cussing and throwing things. And that's saying something. It takes quite a bit to tick my husband off.
The cats are now banned from the bedroom. We moved their climbing perch into the computer room. Three bodily excretions in 24 hours is a little much for anyone to take. We think that Boo may have been annoyed that I wasn't filling her water dish in the bedroom in a timely manner - so now she doesn't get it at all. Stupid cats.
The second interesting occurrence happened in the afternoon.
I was in the recliner, while Ian was playing in the living room, as is usual for a weekend afternoon. Jon sat down on the couch, and Ian stood up and walked over to him to say hi. I patted Ian's bottom as I tend to do, only to discover that the boy had no diaper on.
... the hell?
So I was immediately pretty embarrassed, thinking that for some odd reason, the last time I'd changed his diaper, I'd forgotten to put a new one on.
But no. Somehow, OUR CHILD, genius that he is, had managed to work his diaper down around one ankle. He was wearing footie pajamas, so he looked like he had elephantitis of the foot. Alas, the camera's battery died, so we didn't get a picture. I did get some video footage, so Jon is going to try to upload that so that I can post it here. Of course, you can hear me giggling the whole time.
What is up with that child, and how does he do these things?
That would have been so super cute if I'd had my costume on. Mommy sucks! But it was fun and I really liked being at the party. But then Mommy had to keep being sucky and pose me like a doll or somethin':
Oh emm gee, how friggin' cute am I?!?
I know, right?
I'm so fine! Aunt Emily sure does get me to take good pictures. I think it's because she's so cute. 
