Sunday, June 22, 2008

SLEEPING BEAUTY AND THE POOPINATOR

Well, church was a bust today. Big Daddy had to leave early for church today, because he is playing drums at all three services. He took his twin sister, Tracy, with him, and was out of the house by 5:45 a.m. The plan was that I was going to meet him at church for the third service, and we could all caravan home together.

Has anyone ever noticed that people without children don't understand that getting them riled up 30 minutes before bedtime is not a good idea? Poor Bean has been extremely sleep deprived for the past two days, despite my best efforts to pry her free from the enthusiastic grips of the nonparental couple temporarily living in our house and force her into bed. She even fell asleep in the car yesterday afternoon (and that child has not voluntarily taken a nap since she was 15 months old - come to think of it, even when she was 15 months old, her naps weren't all that voluntary). So, the fact that we should be leaving for church in 10 minutes is not enough incentive for me to rouse her from her slumber.

At 9:30 a.m., I was still optimistic that Bean would wake up, so I got Cakes into a dress (short aside here: As you know, I don't like to wear dresses, but my girls love to wear them; so, while I go to church in jeans and a t-shirt, my girls love to be all frilly) and put her mop of hair in a matching bow to keep her from looking like Cousin Itt. Then, I gave her some blocks to play with, because she would have to try really hard to get dirty playing with blocks in the middle of the living room floor. Or so I thought.

Shortly after I gave Cakes the blocks, she walked over to me and announced, "Poopy!" I obligingly removed the offending diaper and went into her room to get a fresh one. By the time I came back, there was another poopy on the floor next to my frilly, squatting child. I picked it up with a wipe and went to stand Cakes up so that I could wipe her tush. But, when I stood her up, I revealed a third poopy that was hidden by her crinoline-poofed dress. That third poopy had been stepped on, and was smeared into the carpet and onto my cherub.

The heck with it. I'm giving her some Play-doh!


7 comments:

Muthering Heights said...

You poor thing, you're just getting hit left and right with the excretions this weekend!

Karen said...

It's coming out of every orifice! And, might I add, since I wrote this post, Bean has left a peepee puddle somewhere in this house ...

Shamelessly Sassy said...

cute picture. I know exactly what you mean about getting kids riled up before bedtime. Shew. It's hard enough to get them calmed down in the first place. haha. My daughter LOVES play-doh.

Kara said...

Too funny! Those are the days when I have a fleeting thought of "maybe I'll go back to work..." , but it always passes quickly:)

Edelweiss said...

oh, we've been dealing with poop issues here, too.

children are such a joy and a delight, aren't they? my little LG came down yesterday to let me know that he had pooped on 'Queen and 'Mater, and they were sad.

mrsneyman said...

there is no way i would have made it to church either and i am certain that the lord understands on days like that! bless your heart for trying.

Julia said...

Oh my gosh. I was laughing so hard by the time I got to the third poopy! It is amazing how those tiny bodies can produce so much.