Over 40 mama — Adventures in poop, patience, and first-time parenthood

Something very strange happened today.  Our little heroine had a super-sized freakout, for no apparent reason.  She is in this major growth spurt – nearly standing, scooching all over tarnation, clapping, putting things IN boxes rather than dumping them all over.  She is also perhaps not coincidently getting totally impatient with everything.  Wants to sit – no stand – no tip over the garbage can – no sit. Lather, rinse, repeat.  She has these insanely sweeping mood swings, wherein she’ll be totally giggly and suddenly – WHAM – she’s a pterodactyl mawing and screeching and yowling at the top of her lungs.  

She screeched  through her afternoon nap today and laid some of the most immense, glistening poopoos I’ve ever seen. (Including one IN the bathtub, that C had to fish out manually.)

I have no idea what happened, but she’s sleeping like a bab  er, uh, log for now. I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus.