Yesterday morning started off like any other ordinary day…up at the crack of dawn (thank you DST!), feeding the dog and The Man (that’s what we call Ryan), finally finding time to make some Cream of Wheat for myself, when suddenly I smell the dreaded smell that comes from all children. Yup, you guessed it, the poopy diaper!
Ryan and I proceed into the guest bedroom, which is the usual location for taking care of his business. We tell him we’re going to “change his butt.” I take off his jammies and then the wonderful diaper contraption that’s holding this dreaded smell in as much as possible. Not very successfully I might add. I look at his bare butt, and yes my friends, it’s blue! What the heck?!?!
My mind is flashing all of these crazy thoughts, none of which I remember at this moment (sorry!). Then I remember, when we left church on Sunday (which was the day before) I had noticed a couple of Ryan’s finger nails were blue. I asked Ruby, my step-daughter, if she colored his nails. Yes, I know that sounds strange, but she had painted her nails a color quite close to it recently. You know how big sisters are, they like to torture their little brothers. You never know! Of course she said no and I went on with my life.
Until this moment, when Ryan’s butt is blue! I also remember his lesson from church having his name written in blue crayon. Strange that they even give a 13-month-old a lesson to follow along with, but okay. Even stranger if they give him a crayon. Hello people! I know they are non-toxic, but that doesn’t mean you can ignore my kid and let him eat crayons! I don’t know many toddlers his age who don’t put everything in their mouths…leaves, old food, dirt, fuzz, dust stuck underneath the dishwasher…okay, that’s The Man at least.
So back to the poop. (Sorry if this is grossing you out, but last time I checked we all do this??) This poop was brown like usual, but it had this blue “coating” around it, and you could tell the part that rubbed on the diaper even looked like a crayon when you put it to paper. I got worried at first, but once I figured out he must have swallowed part/all of that blue crayon they used to write his name with, I felt a little better. Sort of. I think I scared the living daylights out of Ryan though with all of the crazy looks of confusion I had on my face during this brief 30 second flashback. I made it through the diaper change and so did he.
Of course there was a second #2 on this beautiful day, but this one wasn’t blue, it was green. Yeah, I don’t know how that happened either. I don’t think when brown and blue thoroughly blend together they make green.
Today it has been two days from the dreaded crayon incident and mommy and toddler are doing fine. All poops are back to normal. Whooo hooo!
