Full Circle

Sometimes things go full circle. Sometimes a boy will step in a poop filled crib, get a nasty infection in his foot, get even nastier antibiotics that 'cleanse' his colon, and then his mommy will go into his room after his nap and he will be standing in puddles of diarrhea. Then his mommy will cut his clothes off because there is no way she will poopify his blonde hair by pulling a shirt over his head. Sometimes these things happen. Oh and sometimes she will laugh because as she is 'pre-rinsing' the diarrhea out of his sheet she will notice that the brown giraffes on his safari themed sheets are a little more brown because her son fingerpainted over them perfectly. I'm so proud that he stays between the lines when he colors. Such good motor skills.

Oh and sometimes he will get a diaper rash from all the explosive diarreah and will scream 'EAM! BALL! EAMBALL! UH-EAM-BALL! And this mommy will know that the boy is asking me for 'diaper cream' on his 'balls'. When I'm done he will emphatically say, "Day-doo Mama...Day-doo!" Your welcome buddy...your welcome.