January 15, 2008
One day I’ll laugh about this. I know I will, which is why I grabbed the camera as soon as I realized what had happened. Ryan was down for his afternoon nap. Emery was asleep. And I was taking advantage of a few quiet moments. I could hear Ryan playing in his bed, which he normally does before falling asleep. But then he started calling for me. I didn’t go in because I thought he just wanted to get up. But he kept calling so after a few minutes I went to check on him. This was the sight I found. All his blankets and stuffed animals had been thrown to the floor and he was standing in his bed without pants or a diaper on. In his crib was a poopy diaper with which he had liberally fingerpainted the crib, the walls and himself. Normally I’m all over encouraging his creativity, but this? Thank goodness for baby wipes, Lysol, plastic mattress covers and bubble baths.
One day I’ll laugh about this. I know I will, which is why I grabbed the camera as soon as I realized what had happened. Ryan was down for his afternoon nap. Emery was asleep. And I was taking advantage of a few quiet moments. I could hear Ryan playing in his bed, which he normally does before falling asleep. But then he started calling for me. I didn’t go in because I thought he just wanted to get up. But he kept calling so after a few minutes I went to check on him. This was the sight I found. All his blankets and stuffed animals had been thrown to the floor and he was standing in his bed without pants or a diaper on. In his crib was a poopy diaper with which he had liberally fingerpainted the crib, the walls and himself. Normally I’m all over encouraging his creativity, but this? Thank goodness for baby wipes, Lysol, plastic mattress covers and bubble baths.
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