Duct Tape Anyone?

I knew it would happen. I knew it was part of this grand thing called motherhood. I just hoped it would be a little longer before it happened to me.

I put the kids down for the first nap and both went to sleep. I heard them start to chatter and play about an hour later, but I just left them upstairs since they were happy. (And I was hoping they'd fall back to sleep and nap a little longer!)

Well, John left for work and I went upstairs to get them. By this point they were starting to get a little louder. I walked in the room and turned the light on. As I got further in the room I smelled poop.

So I asked, "Who has a poopy diaper?" as I walked to open the blinds.

Then I saw her. And it.

My darling little girl, the one who screamed the first time I let them play in sand, was covered in poop. No, really, she was. It was all over her face, hands, feet, behind her ears for crying out loud. It was all over her sheets and the railing to crib. (After all she was laughing and having a grand time as she's learned to pull up on her knees and "dance.") It was all over her lovey. Oh, her diaper was still hanging on by one tab.


I just stood there for a full minute as both babies were just babbling to me. I honestly didn't know where to start. I finally got some of my senses back together and went downstairs and pulled the co-sleeper in the living room and put in a Baby Einstein DVD. Went back to get Jason and stuck in him the co-sleeper. I set up the tub in the sink (we're still doing the infant-tub-in-the-sink routine) and got some towels ready.

Went back upstairs and carefully removed the diaper (still had some poop left in it!) and threw that away.Now, some might judge, but I picked her under her arms and carried her just like that down the to tub. She might be happy to be covered in poop, but not me!I got her cleaned up and put her in the co-sleeper with her brother.

The sheets and blankets and her lovey are now in the washing machine (with Clorox for colors) on hot and an extra rinse. I still plan to wash them again with the rest of the dirty clothes when this cycle is done. I have no doubt they were in this together.

They are conspiring against their mommy!
And I know I washed her twice, but I swear one of her ears still smells like poop.

Gina