Domino Effect

Morgan keeps pooping in her pants. It's really discouraging and frustrating. Dan thinks it's because we're changing her little world. In any case, there's a lot of laundry being done.

And I'm a little behind in laundry because we're packing and moving. Plus, Miss Poopie pants is contributing a little more than her fair share lately.

And because the laundry isn't done, we don't have any towels in the bathroom. I know this because at 1:45 this morning Morgan had to go to the bathroom and had a grand mal tantrum because, in her words, "I need a BIG towel. I need a BIG towel" in order to dry her hands. Nevermind that I provided a perfectly dry washcloth for her to rub her wet fingers upon. Her world was shattering.

Upon getting her back to her room, she freaked out because we put a fan in her room to cool her off. She thrust it on the floor and screamed "GET OUT OF HERE! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" Did I mention it was 1:45 this morning?

Morgan, like her Mommy, does not like change.

So if you compile all this info and summarize it in "If You Give A Mouse A Cookie" fashion, it would go something like this:

If you give a Morgan a new house, chances are that she'll start pooping in her pants.

And if she poops in her pants, chances are good that you'll be behind in laundry.

And if you're behind in laundry, she'll probably want a clean large towel in the wee hours of the night.

And if she's distressed in the wee hours of the night, she'll probably throw a Vornado fan on the floor.

And if she's frustrated enough to throw a Vornado fan on the floor, she'll probably poop in her pants again.