CSI: willy wonka

this is zack's bachelor party weekend and a few of his friends have flown in from out of town so he's spending tonight with them at the hotel. the last three weekends have been packed - the decathlon, our birthdays and now this - so i was really looking forward to a little peace and quiet tonight. maybe even a little couch time with my friends the situation and tommy.

i took the day off since laura doesn't work on saturdays anymore. thea and i had a busy but very fun day together and i even managed to cross quite a few items off my never-ending list of to dos. i got her home, fed and bathed by 7:20p which is nothing short of a miracle for time-challenged me. [we try to put her to bed by 7:30 every night now as it seems to cut down on her waking up in the middle of the night.]

i had just finished toweling her off when she grabbed one of her letters and started intensely talking to zack on the phone. something she said made me laugh [ironically, i think it was "oh, crap!"] and then she started to laugh hysterically so i grabbed the camera. i'm pretty glad i did because so began a memory i won't soon forget....



"oh, boy" is right.

yes, thea did poop on the rug. a large amount. in my defense, i didn't believe her at first because this was poop #6 of the day. my reaction startled her so much she began to stomp in it until i picked her up and put her in the bathroom. she looked down and saw the poop on her feet and didn't like it so proceeded to jump about trying to get it off. our bathroom floor very quickly resembled a crime scene in a chocolate factory.

i grabbed her and stood her up in the tub where she promptly pooped some more, probably out of fear, the poor thing. i think i said something like "oh my god, more poop!" and it must have been in a slightly exaggerated tone and volume because this time the sight of her poop terrified her and she became hysterical, very similar to the way i have acted when i realize i'm within a football field's distance of a mouse. she wanted NOTHING to do with that poop and began climbing out of the tub. which is when i sat her on the toilet. which is also when she started smearing the poop from her feet all over my dress.

not quite how i envisioned my blissful evening of me-time unfolding.

i laid her down on a towel [still sobbing] and praised her over and over for being such a champion pooper [realizing that my goal of her being potty trained by november might just have been flushed down the toilet]. i scrubbed her, put on a diaper and PJs and once we were in her room she calmed down. we had a heart-to-heart, i told her not to worry, i'd clean it up and all's well that end's well. she seemed to have put the whole thing behind her as we went through our bedtime ritual and said our goodnights.

i was just about to close her door when this tiny voice filled with fear said, "clean it up mama, clean it up."