I would love to tell you that the most exciting thing that happened here tonight was Tony and Paris being voted off of SYTYCD. Emily and I were prepared to email back and forth about the results show, but we both decided that we hate results shows. The solos are boring, the musical guest is almost always tragic, and the drama doesn't show up for another few weeks, when a dancer you like may actually get cut. All of the heads on the chopping block tonight were predictable. In the end, two mediocre dancers went home...in a few weeks I won't remember their names, will you?
Just three hours before Tony and Paris' departure, our resident tantrum thrower, and all around good kid, decided that she wanted no part of her little sister's bedtime. I didn't have the energy to wrestle her while bathing T—that could lead to drowning, they say—so I chose to let her figure it out alone in her crib.
Lately, Annie has loved "Nakie Baby" time. Fortunately, she is also getting more in tune with her bodily functions, so she rarely has accidents. When she does, I usually look back on the situation and see that she gave me all the signs, and I either missed or ignored them. Tonight, there were no signs. In fact, Annie didn't say a word about her "situation" while I was in the bathroom. When Tilda and I finished up, looking spiffy and clean, we went in to Annie's room to get our jammies on.
Here's what we found: Annie sitting in her crib, picking up a less-than-firm pile of poop and painting her legs with it. We also found: Annie sitting in her crib, dipping her beloved Bobs (pacifiers for you new readers) in a slightly smaller, similarly textured mound, and holding them up for us to admire.
I think it is important not to freak out when you have these commonplace events. So I asked her if she pooped. She nodded her head and let me pick her up, and calmly clean her off. The kicker? She had Trader Joe's meatballs for lunch...they are little culinary miracles in that they smell exactly the same on the way in, and out.
And what of poor Pedro? Did he survive the poop attack?
Posted by: Liz | June 13, 2009 at 03:00 PM