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| Monday, January 22, 2007 |
Stink. Stank. Stunk.
I should never have changed the sheets.
When Piper woke up this morning, there was a little stain on her sheet. She has another molar coming in, so I'm pretty sure it was a bit of bloody drool.
(I know that's gross. But trust me, this gets grosser.)
So I changed the sheet, and we went downstairs and did our thing.* While Piper napped with The Buddies (Elmo, Ernie, Grover and Big Bird), I played Zelda** and washed the dishes and Flickred a bit. I heard Piper wake up and gave her a few minutes of solo playtime before I went upstairs to fetch her.
That was my second mistake.
She was holding Grover triumphantly over her head, as she normally does after her nap. But instead of her usual greeting -- "Halooooo! Grogo! -- she said a single word that made my blood run cold: "Poop!"
She was so cheerful. And so stinky.
There was pooh everywhere. On the formerly fresh sheet. On Grover's furry blue backside. All over poor Elmo. On Ernie's fashionably stripey shirt. On Piper's big toe. E v e r y w h e r e.
I whisked Piper up (at arm's length) and into the bathroom. After gingerly removing her soiled duds and setting to work on the woefully inadequate diaper, I discovered an additional horror. An even more horrible horror.
Her feet.
She must have done the jig in the pooh. The soles of her dainty feet were coated in it.
So I scrubbed her feet with baby wipes*** and put her in the bath to scrub her some more and washed the buddies and dried her off and put on a new diaper and took off the nasty sheet and put Elmo (the only machine-washable Buddy) in a pillowcase and threw the whole shebang (minus Piper, of course) into the washing machine and dressed Piper, and then we went to the post office.
And then we came home. And I gave Piper a snack. And I sat down to write this.
And then I found pooh on my sleeve.
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*Our thing:
having a little breakfast
playing
watching "Sesame Street"
reading a couple dozen books three or four times over
playing some more
having lunch
more playing and reading
naptime
**A little freakier than normal this time. I turned into a wolf? Dude.
***and clogged the toilet with said wipes, which was a whole 'nother adventure.
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Labels: Pi, picture pages
posted by Nichole @ 5:22 PM
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Amy says, "Oh. My." (5:42 PM, January 22, 2007)
says, "This "pooh" experience brings back memories of when my kids were young. One peticular time too was when your brother decided to make art work with "pooh" all over the hallway wall at your dad's apartment. We should have know something was happening when he was too quiet. LOL" (6:28 PM, January 22, 2007)
Nichole says, "Ha! I'm sure Justin's going to be very happy to have that story out in the open :)" (8:54 PM, January 22, 2007)
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