Wednesday, January 9, 2013

The one in which I overshare...

I don't think any of us are surprised anymore when I get behind on blogging. Am I right? So yeah, I need to catch you all up on a few things, like Christmas. And I will. I will. But for now I have something far more... interesting to share. Or overshare, as the case may be.

So... a few days after Christmas, I put Roo down for a nap, and about 15 minutes later I could hear him still talking and having a good ol' time. That's not uncommon for him, so I went in to check his diaper, give him a binky, and tell him to go "night, night." When I walked in, though, I found him completely naked. And I mean COMPLETELY. No diaper, nothing. Fortunately, he was dry--and so was his crib--so I just redressed him and laid him back down. He went to sleep. End of story.

Or so I thought.

(Have you guessed where this is leading?)

On Saturday, I put Roo to bed and then went downstairs to read with the big kids for a while. I could hear him upstairs talking to himself, but Mr. Fantastic and Monkey were getting ready to run some errands, so I thought I would wait until they left (because the reading time has taken the place of Monkey's nap time, and I was trying to keep him still and quiet for as long as possible). After 20 minutes, though, I couldn't wait any longer--I wanted this kid to get a nap! So I ran up there, threw open the door...


And Mr. Fantastic said, "I'm coming!"

I have never seen anything like it, friends. The picture doesn't do it justice, but I'm going to share it anyway.

Do you see all of the brown stuff all over? I'll give you a hint: It's not chocolate.


The "good" news is... he pooped in his diaper.
The bad news is... then he took it off.

The "good" news is... Mr. Fantastic was still home to help.
The bad news is... it still took us about an hour to get everything clean.

The "good" news is... he wasn't crying or upset.
The bad news is... well, I'll let you see for yourselves: (Ummmm... this particular pic? Not for the faint of heart. Or weak of stomach. Just sayin'.)

Oh this boy.

So Mr. Fantastic got a bath going, and I got to scrubbing the crib. And then disinfecting it. And the Little People toys on the floor. And the window sills.

And yes, THIS is how I discovered the cleaning powers of the Woolite Pet Stain Remover on window blinds.


Never a dull moment, people. Never.

So... gross? Yes. Probably too much to share on the internet? Yep.

But I just couldn't keep this one to myself. I can't believe I made it 5 days, actually.


Becca said...

Omg...I've heard about kids doing this, but have yet to see it...until now. LOL I always wonder why kids don't realize that it tastes like, well, poop! Shouldn't they be repulsed? Hahaha, so, so sorry. Hope he gets past this little "milestone" quickly!!

Mdivgirl said...

Totally had this happen -- at least twice, if I remember correctly. Once when I was pregnant with Vivienne and super-suceptible to smells. In fact, daddy (who is not known for his observation skills) walked in and got the baby up, not even noticing that he was not his usual color. Fortunately, a friend was over that time and helped a lot. There was a time I seriously looked into getting the escape-proof pi's with the zipper down the back, but I don't like to order lots from the States and they don't make such things in Taiwan -- maybe because a lot of kids still sleep with their parents at this stage and can't get into as much mischief. Anyway, he fortunately didn't enter into this stage until after he reached a place where he actually responded somewhat to mild discipline so he got over it pretty fast. But if that's not the case with you, look into the pi's with the zipper down the back!