The kids have explored finger paint, pudding and play dough and embraced the sticky feeling of glue. I never imagined that this would lead to poo as a sensory experience. Looking back on it, I suppose I should not have been surprised. It is a home grown sensory adventure perfectly packaged awaiting exploration. The first time it happened, the fragrance of poo drifted down the hallway and greeted our noses with pungent aroma.
When we opened the door, to our shock and horror tiny balls of poo were littered on the floor and smeared on tiny fingers that had been used to create poofetti. It had been thrown in every direction in a sensory party to which we were not invited. We have been witness to the aftermath of several poofetti parties since that day. One of note was Thanksgiving, when one of the Sugar Snaps, dressed up for the special day celebrated during nap time by throwing handfuls of homemade poofetti all over the nursery and caking it into freshly washed hair at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. Those involved shall remain anonymous out of respect for their future teenage selves. I will simply say that some have thrown the parties while others were merely spectators.
Since the start of these celebrations, we have tried various methods of prevention. We snapped onesies on the outside of their pants prevent access to the party supplies. This worked for a while, except for the occasions when we regrettably forgot to do it. They outsmarted this method by learning how to unsnap the onesies. So Greg researched online and found out that you could zip the pajamas (easiest with the footless) on backwards. This was also effective until they figured out how to unzip them by reaching behind their heads. We are now on to a new method which is still working. One aspect is reinforcing the lesson we have worked on since the first poo-fest which is, “yucky poo poo, no touch.” They understand this and repeat it. Next, all four are now wearing sleeveless sleep sacks on backwards that zip from top to bottom. They have no idea why this tradition started and all think it is cozy and fun to wear them. So far, so good. Hopefully, this will last until they outgrow the urge to create poofetti. Have you had any poo-fests at your house? What did you do to prevent the celebrations? I would love to hear from you. As always, comments are welcome.