Okay, I need to vent. Has anyone out there ever had a poo-poo painter? Well, I just discovered today that my 2 year old has quite the talent for it. I had just put her down for a nap when about 15 minutes later she came out to tell me that she was poopy. What she should have said was that her entire room and self was covered in a crap load of poop! There was poop everywhere (I'll spare you the photo!). All over her sheets, walls, books, on the bunk bed above hers, nicely ground into the saftey bar/net thing that keeps her from falling off the bed, and all over herself as well. At least the diaper was still on her bum, which begs the question, what would possess her to reach into her diaper just to paint with poop. I have a perfectly fine set of watercolors she could have used if she'd wanted to be creative. Oh well. Now it's cleaned up, Kate's in the tub, and the sheets are in the washer. I'm sure one day I'll look back on this and laugh at the fond memories - but today is not that day!
Saturday, May 24, 2008
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Oh Megan, I'm so sorry! And I bet she was so proud! That's usually the case at our home. When Port does something he doesn't think is wrong and he calls me in to take a look, how can you get mad? Luckily it's never had anything to do with poo!
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