I'd been trying to figure out printing a postage label online for a while, and (apparently) focusing very hard. Hannah comes up to me from the front room carrying a very stinky diaper open and messy, and I'm thinking, "what on earth is she doing???!" She said that's why she'd been yelling at me (she had? I must've really been focusing hard 'cause I didn't even hear my name). Apparently Olive had found the diaper (I must be distracted today because I apparently forgot to throw it away) and had paraded it to the front room smudging poo on the floor as she went. The saddest part? She brought it to me first. She'd been whining at my elbow off and on as she ALWAYS does when I'm on the computer; seeing as I was doing something legitimate and something that needed to be done right away, I told her "no" (repeatedly) and then began the steely process of ignoring her complaints. About her fourth visit to complain I remember smelling a little stink but thought, "she's already pooped this morning, i can't believe I have to change her again after I'm done"... and that was it. Now there was poo all over the floor. Luckily the majority of her pilgrimage was over tile, which made for easy clean up...still; I guess this will teach me to ignore my daughter. It reminded me a lot of what my dog Goldie used to do. If she wasn't getting what she felt was sufficient attention in a positive way, she'd do something bad to get negative attention. I think most animals do this; apparently babies do too. :(
