I know not the most fun title ... but I'm sure I got your attention didn't I? I had grand plans for today. I was going to venture out to a store I really don't like with 2 of my 3 kids while Ryan was in school. After nap time yet before lunch time. I had lofty goals to get in and out and back home to feed before picking up R! They were lofty but they were met with a hurdle, no make that a mountain that I did not anticipate. If I had of had a camera close by I might have taken a picture but I was too grossed out to even think about a kodak moment! Even if I had of snapped a pic, I'm sure you wouldn't really want to see it anyway. Allow me to set the stage for you ...
Pace was downstairs putting on his shoes finishing up his snack. I am going to go upstairs to get Kennedy up early from her nap so we can get in and out of this store, with the things we need in a flash so we can eat lunch and pick up Ryan. I walk in the room to a daughter who is laying in POOP! Not only is she laying in it but she is COVERED in it. Not only is SHE covered in it but so is her Crib, blanket, paci, baby, bumper, did I mention the crib? Did I mention HER? Did I mention her PACI? Her mouth is also. Yes I know DISGUSTING!!!!! So I knew my lofty plans of getting in and out of this store was out the window. Now my daughter who apparently enjoyed her nap time today is crying because she has been found out ... either that or by this point she did not enjoy being in crusty poop.
Off to the bathroom we go ... oh why couldn't Jeremy be working at home today (GRIN)? I get her in the tub and her clothes off of her to hose her down and scrub her off! I get her clean and get her out of the tub only to have her PEE all over the floor and begin the crying again ... this time it could have been by both of us, could have, might have, ok we both cried. Seriously, though we go back into the tub and do a quick soap/rinse and get back out. Dry off and new clothes put on ...
Now it's on to how to tackle the mess. Part of me wanted to shut the door and pretend that it did not happen. This child has NEVER had any interest in her bodily functions, never. The Monet drawing on her crib was not exactly the creativity level I would want her to aspire to. I began to strip everything down and start the washer and then I began cleaning the crib itself.
Cleaning done ... turn around to my daughter who is standing watching me in her clean clothes ... who then says to me "hey, luv u".
Prayerfully we will have no more poop Monet in this house!