I'm sorry I'm a little behind on the blog. We've been busy. We went to Washington DC Sunday through Tuesday. I had a presentation to make at a conference. It went well, although it started a bit bumpy. They told me to click on my name to bring up my presentation (I was the first one in the session). I did so, and it brought up the presentations for the next day instead. So, we had to wait for someone to fix it. But then it went fine. I'm happy to have it done with. And on my way to my presentation, I saw Michelle, Bob's cousin's wife. She was also attending the conference. That was a nice surprise (hi Michelle). Bob and Glenn came with me to WDC. We did A LOT of walking doing the tourist thing. We went to 2 Smithsonian museums (Air & Space, and Natural History), walked the Washington Mall, went to the Washington Monument and to the Lincoln Memorial. Glenn was a great little tourist in his stroller. Oh, we also walked by the White House. I had never been to WDC, and Bob hadn't gone since he was a teenager. We had a great time.
Glenn had an eye exam yesterday, and passed with flying colors. He needs an annual exam because of his NF1. He does have some Lisch nodules on one eye (just little markers in the iris that indicates that he does in fact have NF1, but doesn't affect his vision). He'll probably have them in the other eye next year. Yesterday was also Bob's birthday. He said it was good one, despite having to work. He appreciated all the phone calls from his family (thanks!). We also heard what sounded like an explosion yesterday afternoon. The house really shook. Bob went outside to see if anything was on fire. Later we went for a walk, and our neighbor said it was a sonic boom from the space shuttle, Discovery, coming back to Earth. It landed at Cape Canavral just minutes later.
That brings us to this morning. I was debating on if I should admit what happend this morning, but it's so crazy I have to share, even if it makes me look like a bad mom. Glenn got up at 6:30 this morning, and Bob and I were just not ready to be up for the day. So, Bob got Glenn some milk and dry cereal and turned on the tv, which is right outside our bedroom door. Well, it was very quiet, so Bob got up to check on Glenn, and the master of disaster struck! Glenn was in the bathroom trying to wash his hands and brush his teeth because there was poop on his hands and he had apparently tried eating it. Yes, that's horrible, but it doesn't end there! As Bob looked closer he had poop everywhere: up his back because of digging it out of his diaper, in his toes (because why not see what if feels like between toes), and all over his clothes. So, Bob brushed Glenn's teeth, cleaned his face, and gave him a bath. I came out to see why Bob wasn't responding to me as to if Glenn was okay, and discovered that the poop was not just on Glenn, but he had used the poop as a crayon and "colored" the carpet. As I was trying to clean that up, I discovered he "colored" some of his toys, as well as the TV. It was a horrible thing to get up to. I'm still trying to get it out of the carpet; he really smooshed it in. You can stop laughing now!