Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Another Poopy Story
Pictures from this weekend are still coming, I promise, but I haven't had a chance to edit them yet and need to tell this story from this morning while it's fresh in my head. You know how I told you that Hannah has learned how to take off her diaper? (You probably know where this is headed...) This morning she was crawling around the kitchen while I cleaned up from breakfast and I heard the rrrrriippp of a velcro tab. I looked down at her and thought, "I hope there's not a poop in there. I should check." But I didn't check. I don't know why I didn't check; I know that she's a morning pooper and I know that she hadn't pooped yet that morning so odds were HIGH that there was a poop in those pants, but I didn't check. I just kept right on doing what I was doing. With her diaper half hanging off of her, she hightailed it from one end of the kitchen to the other and plopped herself down in front of this little truck I bought her yesterday. I kept one eye on her and frequently glanced over with both eyes in the way that is customary for mom's with young kids who are trying to get things down. And then I noticed it. The poop-like substance that was smeared all over one leg and foot. A closer inspection revealed that said poop-like substance was indeed poop and that it was also creeping up her stomach via the belly button highway. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, but nothing ever really prepares you for your baby covered in poop, even foresight and logic. So I carefully picked her up by her non-poopy parts being careful to hold her out and away from my entire non-poopy self and carried her up to the tub. After rinsing her off completely, I put her at the far end of the tub, rinsed the floaters down the drain, and filled the tub with clean water so I could soap her up and scrub her down. And thus begins another exciting day!