There exists a correlation between Middle's dietary habits and his behavior. Which is really not his fault, as I am in charge of his food selection.
This morning I took them for munchkins, 6 each. The people at DD were more than accommodating of my request for 3 bags with 6 of varying flavors per kid per bag. Then we headed up to a yard/barn/moving sale.
My pockets were full of ones and I am always on the look out for something for our house but never actually go looking for stuff, so I thought this is my chance. They finished their munchkins way before arriving to our destination. As we drove up the long driveway I told them that they were to stay in the car, as they were still in their pajamas and I would be back. I scored some quality items that I had seen in one of my country home magazines, on the cheap and we headed home.
Oldest requested time on the computer, of course. Baby wanted to help me as I removed something one of my purchases, "Of course," I said, as he changed his clothes. Middle was in time out for hitting his sister and then refused to cooperate with getting dressed. I told him we would be delighted for him to join us as soon as he got himself dressed. He, instead set about hitting and throwing anything and everything he could put his hands on. We were all outside and I had decided that if he is going continue to break things as a way to get my attention when in time out, I will ignore him. We don't own anything that is so precious that can't be replaced so have at it, Middle.
Baby and I were working on our project when he emerged, still in his pajamas, screaming that he wanted me to help him get dressed. After I was able to get him calmed down and take some deep breaths, it hit me. He really and truly can't eat crap. I have suspected this for some time, but over the past day or so his diet has been less than desirable. He was a total maniac at the beach yesterday and at Papa's house last night? I was embarrassed by his behavior.
I helped him get dressed and we played in the back yard. He jumped on his surf board and got soaked! He asked to get changed and was dancing around. I asked if he needed to go to the bathroom, he denied any need. Once we got his wet clothes off of him he asked if he could put his bathing suit on. "Sure love, it is on the driveway. If you need to go tinkles please water the grass," I said. He returned after some time wearing his bathing suit and when he did I inquired if he went tinkles. "Yes," he responded. "Did you poop?" "Yes," he responded. "Did you wipe your bum?" "Yes," he responded. "Hmmmmm," I thought.
Promptly after this exchange, Baby jumped in the pool with his clothes and asked for his bathing suit. I stripped him of his sopping wet diaper and headed toward the driveway to retrieve his bathing suit. As I approached the pile of beach stuff strewn about the driveway I noticed something that looked like a pine cone. "Weird," I thought, "We don't have any pine trees over the driveway." When I got closer I realized that it was most certainly NOT a pine cone.
Middle did his business on the D R I V E W A Y. We are fine with nature tinkling and in fact encourage him to water trees and grass when we are outside and he is wiggling around holding himself. But pooping? Yeah, not so much.