Yesterday Sophie and I were having a great afternoon, which involved me breaking my high score at Wii bowling (208 baby!!) and her sitting at the dining room table watching me bowl while eating a nutritious lunch of grapes and chicken nuggets. What could be better?
I was getting my bowling groove on when all of a sudden Sophie began to fuss. “Need help! Need HELP!” she cried frantically. I turned to look at her and she had her hand extended toward me, covered in peanut butter. Neither of my kids like it when their hands get messy while they’re eating so I am used to having to wipe her hands before she can finish her meal. But as I walked toward her to grab a napkin, I realized: She’s not eating peanut butter. That can’t be peanut butter.
I took hold of her wrist and got a whiff and panicked. THAT’S NOT PEANUT BUTTER!
It was poop.
She had a chicken nugget in one hand, and a bunch of poop in the other.
I immediately did what I could with a napkin, then began jumping around screaming “NO touch! No touch!” while frantically trying to locate the wipes and wrestle the Wii controller that was strapped to me off of my arm. (I am very good in a panic situation. {Sarcasm sign!})
I found the wipes, got her hand cleaned up, washed it in soap and scalding water (just kidding, it was just really warm), managed not to VOMIT, and then went about changing her diaper. I quickly discovered that she’d had a bit of a blowout, and feeling poop on her lower back, had reached back to find out what the heck was going on back there. And found out. Eeeeeww.
I made it almost six years as a mother without having a kid stick his or her hand in their own poo, I guess that is pretty good. But YUCK. It was disgusting.
And it is time for Camp Potty to begin TODAY!
Suddenly the peanut M&Ms I’m having for breakfast seem much less appetizing.
Oh yuck. Poor so. At least she didn’t leave poopy handprints all over your house.
Eww, gross! Kids will do that to you! I hope the potty training goes well for you! I have been too scared to start!
Last week my 2 year-old Jack came walking in the kitchen with my husband behind him saying, “Don’t look at him.” Never a good sign. He’d stuck his hand in his diaper, *again*, and smeared poop on his face. My husband cleaned him up, and we sat down for dinner. Cutting something up for him I noticed he still kind of smelled, so I asked my husband if he’d washed Jack’s hands. He said, “Well I wiped them off with a wet paper towel.” A wet paper towel! I told him he’d better go find some soap, or bleach, or SOMETHING a little more, I don’t know, disenfecting, than water and paper. Men! 🙂
We’re all just glad you didn’t have Clorox wipes handy! Whew…dodged a bullet there, now didn’t we.
Goodness only knows who’s gonna’ email you now!
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LMAO! I will never look at PB the same again! 🙂
I’ve known children (not my own, mind you) that have used that same handful to do MURALS on the wall. Now THAT is gross. At least Soph asked for some assistance.
oh – THE STORIES i COULD TELL YOU….SCARY AT BEST….LETS JUST SAY WITH #7 SHE WEARS PJS BACKWARDS EVEN AT NAP TIME BECAUSE THE LAST POO INCIDENT WE HAD TO GO BUY A CARPET CLEANER AND THROW MANY TOYS AWAY FROM HER ROOM…..
LOL now thats funny! And ya didnt even put the remote down either, now thats dedication!! Oh and because of you I have now also bowled a millon or so games myself! My poor arm feels like its going to fall or (or atleast should fall off)
OH MY GOSH!!!
that happened to me when i got my oldest out of the crib after naptime one day. it was EVERYWHERE.
*gag*