I should have known better, I should have pretended I couldn't hear him.
He never, never asks for help.
That's what worried me. So, instead of playing deaf, I hurried upstairs.
The smell.
It gave it away.
I hadn't opened her door more than an inch when I started to see it.
Poop pebbles.
Gazillions of them.
Had a Poop Pebble Bomb gone off? How did I miss that?
My eyes slowly moved from the carpet to the crib.
Ugh.
Everywhere. The crib. The wall. Blankie. Timothy, the bear. Lady, the pillowpet. The doggie. Every single stuffed animal had poop pebbles (itty bitty ones) matted in their fur.
Really?
Seth a.k.a Tender Stomach was a champ, we grabbed the garbage, put makeshift gloves one and started the cleanup process.
So nasty.
The crime scene:
(the poor rabbit tried to escape, but was overcome by the stench - he gave up the fight half-way to the door)
(the prime suspect - she attempted to play innocent, with a rather convincing case - the only "evidence" on her was in her diaper. and yes, that is nasty-ness on the wall above her crib)
(survivors of the Poop Pebble Bomb and the washing machine - hanging out to dry)
3 comments:
Well, well, well -- isn't it fun being a parent? Glad you wrote it down, 'cuz you are likely not to remember some things.
sounds like she takes after her mama! just remember to move her crib to the middle of the room. that's what mom had to do to you. (i am only teasing you because my sweet little girl did that several times herself. it's just nasty!) ps - throw the stuffed animals in the dryer on low setting and they'll be fluffy and good as new!
totally oh crap! I have heard of so many kids doing stuff like this. Luckily I have never had one do it! the bunny part cracked me up!
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