Poopie-Poo

Ok, so this post is for my cousin Andrea, she was deeply upset that I didn't tell this story on the last post.

I returned home from Denver on Monday afternoon. Jack and I were in the living room. He had a wet diaper and I usually take him back to his room to change him, cause I don't have to climb stairs so it is pretty easy to do so. This time I thought I would take his diaper off and sort of let him do the sometimes, necessary "dry out" due to some little minor rash he has. No biggie, right? Sofie is in the kitchen and as I am headed back to Jack's room to pick up a diaper, I get a little side tracked, which happens frequently, just plain scattered these days. So I am getting Sofie her juice and whatever else pops into her head that she wants at that moment, pull a load of laundry out of the dryer and put a load in ect. ect. Go back to the living room and I look down at Jack on the floor, covered in poop. He not only pooped on the carpet but rolled his-self around in it. Smiling up at me, with a chunk in his hand about to join the other chunk in his mouth. EEEEEKKKKKKKK! I do the scoop with my finger into his mouth to get the big piece in there and freak out. What do I do now? I don't want to get poo on me, I don't want to get it on Sofie and I certainly don't want him to eat anymore of it. So, I am holding him, running to the bathroom, I turn on the tub and how now do I get the chunks off him without getting it all over? Cause I can't put him in the tub, cause I don't want to have floaters in the water. So as I run to get the baby wipes, I get back to the bathroom, I laid Jack on the floor, (travertine cleans easily) there is Sofie sitting in the tub-HEAVENS- with her clothes on. Yes, I know she could have drowned. EEEKKKK Jack is still trying to eat his BM. I get the large chunks off and everyone gets a bath.
I go back to the living room to clean the carpet, no poop to be found. Just a dog sitting there happy as a clam.

Welcome home Mommy