You may have read about Macy pooping on her daddy last week. Well, you would not believe the mess she made all over Jamie at the mall(!!!) on Monday. Oh my! Poor Daddy :/ His shirt was COVERED with about 10 mustard-looking spots. He says, "I'm going to have to put a change of clothes for me in their diaper bag!" Welcome to parenthood, huh?
So he went into the bathroom at Books-A-Million with Macy and the stroller to get them both cleaned up, while I watched Jadon play with Thomas the Train. Fair tradeoff I think ;) It's worth noting that we went to Target afterwards. Yes, my husband went into a store with poop all over his shirt. Gross? Yes. Hilarious? Totally! He thought the shopping cart covered it...he was soooo wrong. Ewww!
Not to be outdone, our now two-year-old decided it was his turn. Unfortunately for me, Jamie wasn't home at the time :/ Jadon told me he had to potty the morning of his b-day, but had a look of "uh-oh, I think it's a little late" on his face. It was. He had already started to poop, so I tried my best to get his underwear down, without making a mess. Not so much luck :/ Ewww! Gross! Can I just say that, as soon as he hit two, his poop started to STINK with a capital S-T-I-N-K! Man!
So the said poop fell out of his underwear and onto the floor. GROSS! Mind you, I have a three-month-old who was sleeping, but was now awake and crying because she had been so quickly placed on the floor (because she'll roll off of the couch), while I ran Jadon to the potty.
Now I have one crying baby, one turd on my bathroom floor, poopie underwear in my bathtub, and a toddler saying, "Jaynon pooped in udderdayer! No, no! Poop in potty, Jaynon!" Ayeayeaye!
Ten minutes later, all was somewhat back to normal, minus the poopie underwear in the bathtub, which would have to wait, until Daddy returned from his lunch with a guy from church. SOOOO not fair! ;) Okay, so about 45 minutes later, I'm playing in the floor with Jadon, while holding Macy, and I look at my foot and see this:
So he went into the bathroom at Books-A-Million with Macy and the stroller to get them both cleaned up, while I watched Jadon play with Thomas the Train. Fair tradeoff I think ;) It's worth noting that we went to Target afterwards. Yes, my husband went into a store with poop all over his shirt. Gross? Yes. Hilarious? Totally! He thought the shopping cart covered it...he was soooo wrong. Ewww!
Not to be outdone, our now two-year-old decided it was his turn. Unfortunately for me, Jamie wasn't home at the time :/ Jadon told me he had to potty the morning of his b-day, but had a look of "uh-oh, I think it's a little late" on his face. It was. He had already started to poop, so I tried my best to get his underwear down, without making a mess. Not so much luck :/ Ewww! Gross! Can I just say that, as soon as he hit two, his poop started to STINK with a capital S-T-I-N-K! Man!
So the said poop fell out of his underwear and onto the floor. GROSS! Mind you, I have a three-month-old who was sleeping, but was now awake and crying because she had been so quickly placed on the floor (because she'll roll off of the couch), while I ran Jadon to the potty.
Now I have one crying baby, one turd on my bathroom floor, poopie underwear in my bathtub, and a toddler saying, "Jaynon pooped in udderdayer! No, no! Poop in potty, Jaynon!" Ayeayeaye!
Ten minutes later, all was somewhat back to normal, minus the poopie underwear in the bathtub, which would have to wait, until Daddy returned from his lunch with a guy from church. SOOOO not fair! ;) Okay, so about 45 minutes later, I'm playing in the floor with Jadon, while holding Macy, and I look at my foot and see this:
OH. MY. GOODNESS!!! Yuck! Are you kidding me??? 45 minutes later??? Disgusting! Can I just say how much I love being a mom? No, really I do...some moments better than others ;) Big, fat EWWW!
3 comments:
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH! This cracked me up tenfold! AND- icing on the cake: you actually took the time to take a picture of poop on your foot rather than immediately washing it off. HILARIOUS! Love it. :)
laughing out loud, with tears!
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL....I was told years ago that you are not a mother until you get poop under your fingernails but poop on your foot puts you in a whole new league!
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