are you serious!?

i hear banging on my door at like 8:55 this morning, about 5 minutes after i put zooey to bed. i'm rinsing out poop from keaton's diaper in the toilet... i open the door, it's a cop. "we got a report of a baby screaming. are there any babies here?"
"yeah, i have two - and yeah, like 30 minutes ago keaton - oh here he is - was screaming because he didn't want me to change his poopy diaper. so, i just let him cry it out a little then he let me change him..."
"ok, so everybody is ok?"
"yeah, thanks for checking..."
"good luck. obey your mom."

what the freak... i feel like my motherhood has been challenged or something. like the guy was really nice about it. i think he just had to come because someone had said something, and he seemed to know that kids scream and cry sometimes, but it really unnerved me... i kinda just want to give keaton and zooey tranquilizers until they hit 8 or 9 and go from there. i don't know... i'll simmer down in a little while. what was i supposed to do let the poop bake on his butt then give him a horrible rash? he's freaking two years old, he can't decide if he wants to leave crap on his butt or not. ugh! oh well, in a couple of days or weeks or months or years, i'm sure i'll love telling the story and laughing about it. thing is, he reminds me of me...

progress

okay, i wake up this morning, and i was like, woah, i didn't get up at all last night. then i did a little dance, sang a little song... then scott goes, "how many times did you get up last night?"
"never, she slept through, i guess." (i had turned off monitor again)
"what about that time i hit you?"
"you hit me?"
"yeah, she was crying, so i hit you."
"hmm, never heard her, don't remember it..."

so, i don't know how long she cried for, but i guess it wasn't as long as the night before. and i don't have any bruises or anything from being hit, so that's good.
still not doing too great in the weening world.
whatever. life.

last night

preface: zooey has been waking up about 2-3 times a night wanting to nurse. i've been trying to wean her, but it's not going very smoothly. it would be no big deal if i didn't mind her wailing around the house, following me everywhere and then crying for like 30 min every time i put her down for a nap before she falls asleep. i had her trained to sleep through the night up until about 3 weeks ago. i'm guessing that it has been the teething that has messed it all up... just guessing. so, we are at the training stage again.
last night: she wakes up at like midnight-ish. i had turned off the monitor so i couldn't hear her wake up and wail, so i don't know exactly how long she had been crying for, but her screaming woke both scott and i up. so i did what i've always done, for her and keaton, let her cry/scream/wail. (and i am lucky in the fact that keaton sleeps through it all, poor kid gotta try and sleep through screaming.) well, this goes on for about an hour, she winds down and is quiet - ah, blessed jesus. now i can try and go back to sleep. then, we hear a click... keaton is saying, "mommy..." i cussed - not a really bad word, but a bad enough one... uh-um. then, "wwwaaaahhhh...." so, i end up feeding her and we all go back to sleep. dangit. i guess we'll try again tonight.