Is that what I think it is?

Everyone probably has a funny story about when they were a toddler. Mine was when I got into the cabinet and swallowed a bunch of black pepper and started sneezing like mad (to this day I don't like black pepper).

My little sister's was when my Dad was watching her at church and during one of the meetings she reached into her diaper and pulled out a handful of contents and lifted it up to my Dad and said "Poo Poo Daddy!"

Well Max had his own little experience.

Last Sunday started out as a typical Sunday. Woke up, went to Church, Chased Max around, tried to leave him in nursery, incessant tears fallowed, stayed in nursery, tried to make him sit down during singing time, spilled his water all over his clothes during snack time, ate another little girls cracker, played with the dinosaurs and the balls, ran away the first chance he got, then we came home.

Needless to say, I was exhausted. So I put Max down for his nap. I hurried and changed him into a onesie from his church clothes so he would be more comfortable when he slept. After I got him down I was tired so I decided to take a nap myself. Chris was at his Elders Quorum meeting so the house was really quiet. When I woke up 2 hours later I flipped on the baby video monitor and saw Max standing up in his crib. Whoa I thought, I overslept! At least he wasn't crying.

When I got into the room I saw that he was wiping something on his onesie. I flipped on the light and to my HORROR I realized what he was wiping all over his onesie...

Yep..... You guessed it....

POOP!

He had thrown all of his toys out of the crib and must have gotten bored so he went digging in his diaper. It was everywhere! All over his hands, on his legs, on his blankets, on the curtain by his crib, on the crib... EVERYWHERE. I frantically picked him up with both arms outstretched as if he were toxic and ran to the bathroom. I started running the tub with him in it as I tried to undress him with the water running. When he sat down I realized the water was rapidly turning brown. This wasn't working. Poop was still everywhere.

So I drained all the water and turned on the shower. Luckily we have the kind of shower head that you can hold. I thoroughly hosed him off, just dreading the mess I would have to face in the other room.

Just then Chris came home. He was obviously wondering why I was showering Max in the middle of the afternoon. I told him what I had woke up to and how mortified I was. He just started laughing. Feeling a little better that at least my child was clean I started laughing too. At that moment I realized, this was one of those stories we would probably always remember and tell him when he was 15 to embarrass him. That's when I wish I would have got my camera out instead of reacting so frantically to get the poop cleaned up.

Chris got him dressed as I gathered all the linens to be washed and cleaned the crib with Lysol wipes. Lesson learned. No more oversleeping. I am setting my alarm the next time I decide to take a nap the same time Max does! What a STINKER!