Tuesday Afternoon

Poor little Scarlett has had a cold since Saturday. She's all sniffly and coughing and doesn't have much of an appetite - except, as it turns out, for blueberries. I gave them to her on Monday and after that it was all she wanted to eat. I didn't care, I was just happy she was eating. And then... Tuesday afternoon happened. I looked down at Scarlett as we were playing and noticed she had some sort of dark stain on the back of her shirt. Did I put her in a dirty shirt? Did she lay down on something wet? And then I got closer - it was poop. Explosive, up the back, blueberry poop. I ever-so gingerly picked her up, wet a washcloth and laid her down on the changing table. I took of her clothes, wiped her clean(ish) and then gave in to the toddler temper tantrum that was happening and put her on the floor diaperless. Scarlett eagerly asked (did her uppie arms and whined) for me to put her in her crib and I was happy to comply. I left the room to wet another washcloth and when I got back my sweet, smiling daughter was standing in a puddle of fresh urine. Good. Times. I took her out and stripped the bedding while she cried and cried because she wanted to be back in her crib so badly. Fine with me! I placed a clean blanket in the crib and put her in it with some books and threw all of the dirty linens, clothes, blankets and anything else that was brown or yellow into the wash. And that, my friends, is why I have renamed blueberries 'poopberries'. The end.