Today I must have watched 4 hours of Barney. That's right, Barney. The big purple dinosaur. Portia is obsessed with Barney. She wakes up each morning asking for "Ba-ee," and doesn't stop asking until bed. She sings all day, and when she hears that theme song, her little legs start moving faster than when she hears "Single Ladies" (yes, she is also a Beyonce fan).
The problem is that Brandon and I may go crazy. We've been singing "Castle so High, Up in the Sky" and "Yes! Let's Take Care of our Pets" for days. Its a little embarrassing.
I tried to introduce other cartoons, like Kipper the Dog and Dora, but she just screams "BA-EE!!" Even Sesame Street has lost its appeal. If it were up to Portia, Barney would be played 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
I suppose she'll eventually outgrow this purple phase, in a few years.
If aaaaall the raindrops were lemon drops and gumdrops, ooooh what a world this would beeee!
As I drove home from work tonight, I called Brandon to check in and he told me a funny story. I thought I'd share.
Brandon and Portia enjoy watching football together. Portia likes feeling big and hanging out with daddy, and Brandon likes football. Usually the game holds Portia's interest for a few minutes, then she plays with her toys on the floor in the living room. Tonight was no different. Brandon watched the game while Portia played, and all was going swimmingly.
Until Brandon smelled a stinky diaper. Thinking she had merely pooped and needed changing, he glanced down at his feet where Portia had been reading a book minutes before.
There she sat, covered in her own poop. She had reached into her dirty diaper and started smearing herself with what she found there. In her hair, on her dress, up her arms, on her face (the possibility that she ate some looms in my mind), under her fingernails, and all over the book and carpet.
A direct quote from Brandon: "Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!"
He grabbed her under the armpits and ran upstairs to the tub, where I found them when I got home.
Both she and the living room were thoroughly cleaned and disinfected, and our home is back to normal. But the possibility of this happening again haunts me. Our lives may never be the same.