Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Jericho and Justus look a lot alike but they are very different individuals. Justus is much more outgoing, warms up faster to strangers, loves to blab your ear off and loves wrestling with Caleb. He and Caleb actually get along really well. Jericho, on the other hand is shy, sticks very close to me whenever a stranger "threatens his peace to destroy", talks just as well as Justus but is usually more silent, and often gets cornered by Caleb and Justus when they're in the wrestling mood. I love them both terribly.
Anyway, in the past month or so we've had a lot of pooping going on in our bathtub. The warm water is relaxing, you know. The way the twins handle the situation is quite funny so I thought I'd share. The first incident took place in Colorado while we were on vacation. We threw the twins in the tub after dinner one night and gave them some plastic cups and hairspray lids to pour with. Kathy and I were hanging out in the bathroom, chatting and not paying much attention to the twins. After awhile we noticed that Justus was trying to climb out of the tub, almost desperately, and we asked him what was wrong. He matter-of-factly pointed to a log floating in the water and said, "A poop." Jericho was happily playing with the faucet and didn't seem phased by the floating poopie drifting closer and closer to his brother's ankles. We immediately snatched Justus out of the tub and scooped the poopie out too and then just sat there laughing at poor traumatized Justus.
The second incident happened the second night we were in Colorado. I brought the boys back to the hotel after Elitches while Mark went with the guys to see "Dark Night." I threw the icky-sticky babies in the tub and then busied myself with pajamafying the other kids. Kathy came in and once again, we started laughing and chatting with each other. A few minutes later, Justus started calling for Kak-Kak and I ignored him for a moment while I finished dressing Jericho. When I finally got to the bathroom there he was, sitting in the tub, swatting poopies away from himself, calling for someone to please come and save him. Poor little poop-a-phobic guy.
And last night, while Jericho and Justus were happily playing in the tub, I sent
Caleb to go climb in with his brothers. I didn't know he was poopie and he didn't tell me he was poopie, which he usually does. So I had no idea he was about to contaminate the entire tub of water and further traumatize his brother. I was in the room next door, helping the big boys tidy their room for the evening when I heard Justus start crying and saying something about Caleb. Last week while Mark was away, Caleb bit Jericho several times while they were in the bath and left huge purple bruises all over poor little Jericho's back. So, I immediately thought the same thing was happening and I went running. Everything looked okay except that Justus was hanging on the edge of the bath, crying like his life was about to end. One glance into the tub and I knew exactly what the matter was. Once again, Jericho was merrily playing like nothing had happened and Caleb didn't seem to care that he still had a poopie stuck to his rear. But Justus couldn't flee the scene fast enough and hung to the edge of the tub the entire time it took me to drain the bath, hose down Caleb and fill the tub again so I could wash all three babies vigorously.
Now you might be thinking that you don't blame Justus for being so freaked out. Neither do I. In fact, it kind of wigs me out everytime I have to scoop a log out of the tub or wash a hiney that has a poopie stuck to it. I totally get his phobia. And maybe you think it's kind of gross that Jericho doesn't wig out. But I don't. Nope. It just goes to show how laid back he is. He really is a calm, relaxed little guy and not a lot phases him, except for scary strangers that might take him away from me. And so this story about poop has a very important lesson to be learned: twins might be the same but when it comes to poop they are sometimes different. The end.
posted by Shana # 11:02 AM 
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