Remember that scene in Daddy Daycare when Eddie Murphy goes into the bathroom after the kid says "i missed" and he just gets that look of horror on his face and the theme from Psycho is playing in the background?
Today Reese woke up after only napping for an hour. That is VERY out of the ordinary. Plus, she was hysterics that even I couldn't have interpreted. But when I finally did recognize a word and heard that the word was "YUCKY" I decided to go in and check things out. My reaction could have been replaced with the scene from daddy daycare and at that moment i actually wished i WAS Eddie Murphy because in the movie there really was no mess and in the movie Eddie wouldn't have had to clean it up because there would have been some film school intern to do it, and in the movie Eddie Murphy's DAUGHTER WOULDN'T HAVE POOPED IN HER BED AND FINGER PAINTED ALL OVER THE WALLS AND CRIB WITH IT!!!
I couldn't even speak. I picked up Reese with two fingers and carried her straight into the tub (clothing and all) and scrubbed her down. I refused to speak to her...mostly because i feared that this would be the moment my daughter would learn every expletive imaginable and then she would later use them against me....like by shouting them as they passed her the sacrament in church tomorrow, or while I hold her on my lap during my next recommend interview. So i remained silent as we cleaned up the (NASTY GROSS) mess, aired out her room, and I put her back to bed. I wonder if she woke up later thinking she'd dreamed the entire thing. I guess we'll never know.
Oh, and if you're reading this and thinking that the only children who would play with their own poop are the kids who end up in therapy later in life, do me a favor by keeping your comments to yourself so I can hold back a few more expletives.
What a day! I'm sure this is her form of retaliation I cut off the last chunk of latex on her pacifier last week and now all she has is a little stump that she holds between her lips. Reese, justice is served.
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11 comments:
YUCKY!!!
poor you...she is a lucky girl to have a mommy as patient as you are...even if you might start twitching soon from holding all that in...i hope you get a minute alone to scream a few explatives and get it out...not good to bottle all that up!! HUGS!
Ok - I'm not so sure about having a girl now. I've nannied for ...oh, 5 boys and I thought they were too interested in poop, but your toddler takes the cake!
I'll have Dave take a picture of my prego belly tomorrow and not of his. He's gained weight since I've been pregnant and I've lost 10 lbs!
You know, I think Dave would grow facial hair right now....if he could! The poor boy can't grow a beard to save his life. Mind you, he also didn't have ANY chest hair when I married him. What can I say? Both of us are late bloomers.
Meg, it may not seem like it but it could have be worse. She could have pretended to brush her teeth with the finger she did the finger painting with. One of my siblings did that when they were little and my mom still has violent flashbacks.
What, no pictures?!
How do you clean that up?? I wouldn't even know where to begin! At least she kept it in her room.....or did she? I think I'd rather move to another house with not so poopy walls.
way to go.
Bleach, Disposable wash rags, and lots and lots of Windex All Purpose Cleaner...which i believe to be the most effective of all household cleaners on the market because it was the ONLY thing that removed my spray-on-tan butt print off the toilet seat at my inlaws. (long story, another time...but trust me, the windex stuff works). But in all reality, i think it was the acid radiating from my angry facial expression that truly took the poop of the pretty pink walls of Reese's bedroom.
Meg, post pics of the girls rooms. i would love to see them. i recently had one of my 'fans' ask me to post pics of J's room and her gameroom, so i am going to do that next week sometime. i would love to see pics of your girls rooms!! pleeeeeeeease?!?
I'll put some up when i finish the pillows for reese's daybed. I'm painting flowers on the walls in Quin's room this week so maybe i'll put a few pictures up of that when i'm done.
What did she paint? Anything Pretty? Megan, You really should be encouraging her creative side, not stifling it with you outmoded ideas of "appropriate" behavior, and "clean" walls.
Don't worry! It isn't therapy for playing in pooh that they need! I have found that people who have Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder are the ones who do that when they are little. Don't have a clue why that is, because it seems rather backwards that someone who has a fear of germs or dirty hands would do that! Anyway, did you know that Geno is OCD ;o)
oh that's just great! so now not only does my kid belong on the short bus, she also has OCD?
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