So, if you have a queasy stomach, you may not want to read this.
This morning Maddy walks in the kitchen from the living room and shows me her hands. She says, "POOP!" Yep, that's what's in your hands all right. I can smell it from here. Then she points to the living room and yells, "Poop" Ok, I don't even NEED to go look. I just yell, "Hon, help!" (He's already running late for work.) He comes running down.
So I first wet one the poopy hands. Then I have her wash her hands for as long as she possibly could handle under the sink. Now I change her sweatshirt. Matt, is picking up poop balls off the carpet, then washing it with resolve. Fortunately, this was a very solid poop.
Worst part? When Maddy came in the kitchen to tell me about the poop. She was sucking her thumb..... Fortunately, it seems like she dug in her diaper with her other hand and not her thumb sucking hand. But YUCK.
Comments (4)
The irony of this happening to you today?
It's National Clean Hands Week!
That totally cracks me up.
Posted by Karen | September 18, 2007 11:10 AM
Posted on September 18, 2007 11:10
Every mom has to have at least one good poop story to tell. Here's hoping this is the only one you'll have! :)
Posted by Claire | September 18, 2007 1:21 PM
Posted on September 18, 2007 13:21
Well, it happens to just about every parent, at one time or another. I've heard worse,so you were "lucky"!! Hope she feels better soon.
Posted by Mom/Grandma B. | September 18, 2007 1:50 PM
Posted on September 18, 2007 13:50
LOL! Okay, you probably weren't laughing, but just think... some day Maddy will get married and you can pull all sorts of great stories from your blog to read out loud. This has to top the list!
Posted by Holly | September 19, 2007 10:26 AM
Posted on September 19, 2007 10:26