5.15.2008
The Pinnacle of Motherhood
I struggle to even find the words to write...(long, thoughtful pause). This evening motherhood has reached an all time high for me. After my heroic deed of the day (puppy rescue), I take a few minutes to put a post on Craig's List in hopes to return this dog to it's rightful and loving owner. Katelyn has an extremely wet diaper, so I take it off of her and let her run commando for a bit, as I do on a fairly regular basis. Only minutes later, I hear her crying about something, so I turn around to find her face horror stricken and dark spots on the carpet. I go in for a closer look. Has she hurt herself? If only it had been that simple. I approach the scene to realize that no, she is not hurt. Instead, she has laid a giant, green turd right on top of one of her toys and had poop smeared up and down her legs and feet. She was flipping out about it! Rightly so. Unbelievable!
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DeAnne, we all have these moments. When my little sister, Kami,was a baby, she would loose a turd out of her diaper and we would have to all be involved in a turd hunt. The problem was our carpet was dark brown. So you know how many times some one found on by accidentally stepping on it? countless. good memories in parenting.
haha! i was just going to tell you the story of kami and the poops, but arah beat me to it so i'll tell ypu a different story: the 3 of us were taking a bath when we were about 2,3 & 4 and she pooped in the tub....mmmmmm.
Being the oldest I have more memories of all my younger siblings activities. I happen to remember a time when I was about 8 1/2, Britany was a newborn, and my little sister DeAnne was about 3 1/2 and potting training. I walked into my bedroom, without turning the light on, barefoot. SQUISH! Right between my toes. Little D poopies all in a lovely little pile at the foot of my bed. Needless to say, I was less than pleased, entirely grossed out, and was probably quite vocal about it!
At least you didn't step in it, D! :)
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