Scat
Oh, one other thing about my day yesterday:
William figured out how to remove his diaper. He is the first of my children to do so. When I went in to pick him up after his first morning nap, the lovely smell of poo just about knocked me over...
And there was William, sitting up in a giant whoorl of his own poo, poo on his hands, poo on his face, poo on his pajama top, poo on his pacifier, poo all over his stuffed animals and the crib rails.
Did I mention that he was sucking on his fingers? All together now: guuuuuuuulllllhhhhpp (that's the collective sound of all of us gagging).
Oh, and was he happy? You know what they say about pigs and .... well, that was William, just sitting there, eating poo and giggling and having a conversation, possibly with the poo-covered stuffed animals.
And no, I didn't scream. I calmly reached over, grabbed the camera and took a picture. Otherwise, I reasoned, his father would never believe exactly how messy it was. And no, I'm not posting the picture. The innocence of the innocent must be protected.
There followed a swift removal to the bathtub (thank GOD for handheld shower heads!), a nice soapy bath, stripping of the bed and washing and double rinse of all laundry involved and a 68 Chlorox-wipe wipedown of the crib rails. Oh, and sterilization of the pacifier.
It was very Silkwood for poor Will...
And I have learned never to leave him pantsless and unattended.
William figured out how to remove his diaper. He is the first of my children to do so. When I went in to pick him up after his first morning nap, the lovely smell of poo just about knocked me over...
And there was William, sitting up in a giant whoorl of his own poo, poo on his hands, poo on his face, poo on his pajama top, poo on his pacifier, poo all over his stuffed animals and the crib rails.
Did I mention that he was sucking on his fingers? All together now: guuuuuuuulllllhhhhpp (that's the collective sound of all of us gagging).
Oh, and was he happy? You know what they say about pigs and .... well, that was William, just sitting there, eating poo and giggling and having a conversation, possibly with the poo-covered stuffed animals.
And no, I didn't scream. I calmly reached over, grabbed the camera and took a picture. Otherwise, I reasoned, his father would never believe exactly how messy it was. And no, I'm not posting the picture. The innocence of the innocent must be protected.
There followed a swift removal to the bathtub (thank GOD for handheld shower heads!), a nice soapy bath, stripping of the bed and washing and double rinse of all laundry involved and a 68 Chlorox-wipe wipedown of the crib rails. Oh, and sterilization of the pacifier.
It was very Silkwood for poor Will...
And I have learned never to leave him pantsless and unattended.
