If Blythe has ever heard Shakespeare’s infamous metaphor about the world being a stage, she has no doubt taken it literally, of course delegating herself to the leading role. I took this picture at the zoo a couple of weeks ago where she escaped the child-saturated playground to arrive at this undiscovered outdoor stage. After taking her rightful place, she proceeded to sing.
This same charming songbird has also recently taken it upon herself to reintroduce me to waking up in the night (due to her incoming molars), often with an incessant, whiny cry interspersed with “it hurts,” or “excuse me, mommy.” At least for the most part, she’s polite. But, somewhere in the middle of this two week blur of sleepless nights, a zoo trip, a space exhibit, and Christmas cheering, Blythe decided to spice things up one day by aborting naptime for the pleasure of decorating/painting her crib and all other inclusions with her poop. That’s right, her poop. She had taken off her diaper, smeared the contents into her sheets, pillow, bumper, and favorite furry companions; apparently tried to wipe herself using her two favorite loveys (“two bankies”); and discarded the remains onto the floor. When I opened the door to this soon-to-be-quarantined scandal, all my poopy-fingernailed girl could say was, “wow. poop everywhere.”
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My sister, who is four years my junior, did the same thing at about the same age, only she had also gotten ahold of a tube of lipstick so it was a bi-colored decorating job.
ready for another girl?
Excuse me, Mommy. That is really so very sweet. This is, I’m pretty sure, the best poo art story I’ve ever read.
Ellen: I’m glad that you’ve received both laughter and exercise from this story; maybe a few more months removed I’ll laugh just as hard! Marry Christmas to you too.
Lex: Again, I’m sure there are a million things our children would love about the other, especially playing. However, with moments/stories like these, maybe it’s best that they’re hundreds of miles apart. Who knows what they’re collaboration might produce! ;)
Patti: Thank you for kindness regarding such distasteful disasters. I hope you never have to relay such tidings to the masses.
I’d say this is so like a girl, expect it’s also so like Boaz. Maybe it’s just being two ;)
I am rolling on the floor laughing. This is by far one of the funniest posts to date. I think being a mom I can relate… but also this is just funny. And her response is priceless. Thanks for sharing and I’m sure that was a fun one to clean up. Merry Christmas.