Oh my...

Last night I gave Reagan a bath and laid her down to bed. I then went to cleaning the house because the inspector was coming today. About thirty minutes later I heard the boys screaming like crazy. I literally walked down the hallway with dread in my heart because I knew it was something bad...and it WAS! Reagan had pooped in her pull-up and then proceed to use it to "fingerpaint". She decorated her walls, her chair, her mirror, her carpet, her pajamas, and herself - with her poop. The collage on the back of her bedroom door seriously showed her artistic side. It was beyond NASTY!!! I stripped her, gave her another bath, cleaned the walls, the door, the carpet, etc. The whole time I was just a griping at her, "Reagan, we do not play in poopoo - it is NASTY! We poopoo in the potty. Babies poopoo in their pullup!" To be really honest, I didn't always refer to the art medium as "poopoo". Yes I admit it, I said the "S***" word once or twice. I bet you would have too in my place.


It still stunk in her room, but I assumed it was just the aftermath of her destruction. I dressed her in a clean pair of pajamas and laid her down one more time. About five minutes later I heard the boys screaming again, and guess what. That little imp had "hidden" some under her Elmo and proceeded to do the whole process again. I was livid. I really don't think I have ever been that upset with one of my children in my life. This time, I spanked her hiney and she spent the whole time I was cleaning it up this time telling me, "Mommas not suppose to scare babies. You being mean, Mommy." I'm being mean? I wasn't the one who painted with poop - just saying!


After cleaning the whole room again, giving her another bath, another set of clean pajamas, and another round of yelling, she finally laid down and went to sleep.


I was still angry with her this afternoon, but then...


she walked into my bedroom while I was fixing my hair and asked, "Mommy, will you give me pretty curls like your pretty hair?" And my heart melted. What poopoo incident? It's like it never happened, but I still can't wait to tell the first boy she brings home from college all about it!