Fourth Meal

DISCLAIMER: This post is meant primarily for parents, or those who do not mind disturbing potty stories about poopoo and peepee. The word poop, or some derivative of it appears in this post more than ten times. Consider yourself warned. :)

It all began on a dark and cool summer evening. Jefferson had gone to bed long before I had to get some rest so he could wake up early and study for his finals the next day. I decided at about 10:45 to peak in on my little munchkins before I hit the hay. I opened the door and noticed that all of Carter's clothes from the dresser were strewn about the room. It made me laugh so I went and grabbed the camera to snap a picture.

Upon entering the room the second time, I noticed that it smelled of poop. "Oh great," I thought, "Carter is poopy and going to have the worst diaper rash in the morning." That's when I noticed a nice little diaper, full of poo, laying on the ground next to Carter's bed (look in the lower, right hand corner of the above picture). I look over and there is Carter, bare bummed in bed. I just laughed. I don't blame the kid, I wouldn't want to sleep in a poopy diaper either!

I placed a nice, clean, fresh, diaper on his bare bum, kissed him on the forehead and went to bed. I could not wait to tell Jefferson about the story in the morning. We both had a good laugh about it and joked that maybe it was a sign to start potty training.

Fast forward to the next night. Both Jefferson and I decide to check on the kids and assess the damage before we went to bed. All the clothes are all over the floor again, and lo and behold, Carter has another poopy diaper waiting for us on the floor and his little bum is bare in bed again. We laughed about it, put on a clean diaper, gave his hands a scrub with a wipe, just in case, and said goodnight." Miraculously enough, there was no poop on this boy. He was pretty careful in the removal of his diaper. Or so we thought... dun dun dun!

I go in this morning to get my kiddies out of bed and the smell of poo hits me like a ton of bricks when I open their door. I see on the floor, next to where Carter's diaper was last night, a little piece of poo. I pick it up with a wipe and go and dispose of it. Disaster averted.

I come back in the room and it still smells like poo... a lot. I check Carter. Sure enough, he's poopy. "Bummer for his bum," I think. Oh well, good thing we have some Desitin. I turn off their fan and open the kids' curtains, like always, and go to get Andi out of her crib. That's when I saw it.... the source of that awful poo smell. Andi's crib had poo smeared all over it...

....the railings, the sheets, the bumper pad...

(this is after I had already taken a wipe to Andi's face... if you look closely there's a little bit still dried on there)

...... her stuffed animal, her blanket, her face, her pajamas, her feet, her hands....

Carter was just being a good brother and sharing. Sharing is caring, right? I just laughed and laughed and laughed. I am sure that some ended up in Andi's mouth because it was all over her face and hands, hence the title of the blog... If she's not feeling so hot today, at least I will know why. After a nice long soak in the tub, a couple of loads of laundry, and some serious contemplation about potty training, my two kids are back to normal; whatever that is.

Any advice on potty training for those of you who have been through the ringer before? In the meantime, we are going to try at least one of a few things: duck tape, a onsie on over the diaper, or putting the diaper on backwards. Wish us luck!