Now, i'm not a fan of toilet humor, never was and never will be but i feel like the leading Star of a strictly 'toilet humour' genre flick in our house right now. Its been nearly two weeks since the girls started having 'issues' and it doesn't look like there is any end in sight. In fact, i'm convinced of this, their future husbands better be understanding and supportive.
16 nappy changes a day approx!.. and we're not talking unoffensive nappies, we're talking highly highly insulting. The poor little lambs have scarlet buns, despite my efforts to liberally apply creams. Although i think i'm on to a winner that is working.
Well that should paint the picture. The girls have been tested and shown no infection, or intestinal parasites, so now its just a case of keeping them hydrated and hoping that this god-awful situation finishes before our house turns to a sewage dump.
It feels like its pretty much my life and i'm not surprised that i'm on my fourth paragraph about this topic. I have NOTHING else to talk about, its my morning noon and tea time conversation, if you call me, its all i'll talk about.. i'm warning you... I'll pack as much of this topic into the conversation as possible. Ok four paragraphs completed.. and i could keep going. I even dream about it, so i think Dustin hears about it during my sleep talking.
On to good news though, we are off to japan in a week and despite their issues, the girls are in excellent spirits, giggling, cooing, singing and really growing up. As soon as we get back from Japan, i'm going to attempt to start them on solids, which may make their 'issues' even more sinister, but i'm prepared to take the risk. Ok I managed to make this last paragraph topic-relevant too : = ))) Warned ya.
