Well, it happened while I was updating this blog actually. I was sitting here, with my superhuman pregnancy sense of smell, when I started to sniff the scent of poop. I turned around and asked my son if he had done it, to which he replied, "No." This is common, so I set out to finish the blog, and then change him.
I'm not sure when it happened. Maybe I waited too long. Quite often, he is naked when at home and then he uses the potty. We had been out that day however, so he was still in a diaper. I grabbed the wipe and walked over to the living room to grab him and clean him up. That was when I realized the strength of the smell had really improved. Throughout all this, my husband was asleep on the couch. Don't ask me why (I'm blaming the pregnancy for this strange thought) but the first thing through my head was a question of whether the smell was coming from my husbands pants instead of my son's. It cracks me up to even think about that going through my head, HA! Why would it? I think maybe just because the smell was so strong.
Anyway, I had been headed in the direction of my son. Walking through our dark living room (which I will explain in a minute) I found him running up to me with brown hands. UGH! He was thrilled to have found something to "paint" with and proceeded to show me the "artwork" on the wall next to him. "Oh no! Baby, that's poop!" was all I could think of to say. It shocked the hell out of him, he seemed to not have any clue what it was he was painting with. He responded to me with, "IT'S POOP!?!?" accompanied by a look or horror on his face.
Well, as one can imagine, the reason for this mishap, was a slightly loose stool. After assessing the situation I stuck him right in the shower. Of course, I was in such a hurry to get him cleaned I kinda forgot to let the water warm up and the cold shower traumatized him. He began screaming and crying, even after the water became a pleasant temperature. I got him all washed up quickly and took him out, dressed him, calmed him down, and put him to bed. That went well since it was bedtime, he went right to sleep after his little adventure/ordeal. But he still hates showers for now. Oops!
Naturally, I then went to clean up. The hardest part of the cleanup was looking for poop on the floor, in the dark. The reason I had to do all this in the dark, would be because our lamp decided to die. How did it die you ask? It fell over when the stand decided to detach from the base. Once it lost its support, it had nowhere to go but down. That of course, shattered the plastic shade. All of this happened while my son and husband were watching TV together on the couch the prior day. It just happened out of nowhere. This lamp was from Target. Don't get me wrong, I love my Target! But, the lamp in the bedroom is 8 years old, from Ikea, has been through three moves, and is still going strong. Target lamp was 2 years old and it has been in this living room the whole time.
In conclusion, I cleaned up all the poop, I traumatized my son, I love Mr. Clean magic erasers, and all of this happened while my husband slept on the couch. Just another typical day of being a mom right?
I'm not sure when it happened. Maybe I waited too long. Quite often, he is naked when at home and then he uses the potty. We had been out that day however, so he was still in a diaper. I grabbed the wipe and walked over to the living room to grab him and clean him up. That was when I realized the strength of the smell had really improved. Throughout all this, my husband was asleep on the couch. Don't ask me why (I'm blaming the pregnancy for this strange thought) but the first thing through my head was a question of whether the smell was coming from my husbands pants instead of my son's. It cracks me up to even think about that going through my head, HA! Why would it? I think maybe just because the smell was so strong.
Anyway, I had been headed in the direction of my son. Walking through our dark living room (which I will explain in a minute) I found him running up to me with brown hands. UGH! He was thrilled to have found something to "paint" with and proceeded to show me the "artwork" on the wall next to him. "Oh no! Baby, that's poop!" was all I could think of to say. It shocked the hell out of him, he seemed to not have any clue what it was he was painting with. He responded to me with, "IT'S POOP!?!?" accompanied by a look or horror on his face.
Well, as one can imagine, the reason for this mishap, was a slightly loose stool. After assessing the situation I stuck him right in the shower. Of course, I was in such a hurry to get him cleaned I kinda forgot to let the water warm up and the cold shower traumatized him. He began screaming and crying, even after the water became a pleasant temperature. I got him all washed up quickly and took him out, dressed him, calmed him down, and put him to bed. That went well since it was bedtime, he went right to sleep after his little adventure/ordeal. But he still hates showers for now. Oops!
Naturally, I then went to clean up. The hardest part of the cleanup was looking for poop on the floor, in the dark. The reason I had to do all this in the dark, would be because our lamp decided to die. How did it die you ask? It fell over when the stand decided to detach from the base. Once it lost its support, it had nowhere to go but down. That of course, shattered the plastic shade. All of this happened while my son and husband were watching TV together on the couch the prior day. It just happened out of nowhere. This lamp was from Target. Don't get me wrong, I love my Target! But, the lamp in the bedroom is 8 years old, from Ikea, has been through three moves, and is still going strong. Target lamp was 2 years old and it has been in this living room the whole time.
In conclusion, I cleaned up all the poop, I traumatized my son, I love Mr. Clean magic erasers, and all of this happened while my husband slept on the couch. Just another typical day of being a mom right?
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