Poop Happens, a Day in the Life of a SAHM
It's been a lazy day for me and the kids. The weather is lovely; the high is only 94 (sure beats the 106 degree weather we have been having). This morning it was a super comfortable and breezy 86 degrees, so you better believe that I had the kiddos outside enjoying this lovely weather.
The toddlers were playing nicely. Something about the fresh air seems to help the forget that they hate each other. The baby was eating her favorite baby food puree, pears with raspberries. Yep, it was a lovely day.
I brought the kids in for lunch. They actually ate what I gave them. I know, right? I bet it had something to do with my giving them lemonade to drink instead of water. My middle child, he's 2 years old, decided to be an absolute angel. I changed him, laid him in bed, and told him "night night." He simply said, "OK, momma." And that was it. He went right to sleep.
I was on a roll. The kids had played nicely, everyone was fed, 1 child was already napping. Today was cake. Then it was time to put my oldest down for a nap, she'll be 4 next month. I told her it was nap time. She told me "nope. it's playtime." I reminded her that we have lunch then nap. She reminded me that she didn't want to nap. *sigh*
I was in the middle of our nap time struggle when I smelled it...the distinctive smell of baby poop. My 7 month old was happily squealing and crawling away as fast as possible. Was that some brown I just spotted on the back of her all pink outfit. Oh no. I picked her up and rushed to the changing station and that's when the warm, wet goo began to seep through her clothes and all over me. Ugh!
I opened up her romper to discover the horror. Gooey, squishy, mooshy poo was all over her. It shot out of the font and back of her diaper. For 5 seconds, while holding her wiggly feet firmly in place, I gazed in awe of the terrible mess. "Think, think, think," I say to myself as I try to figure out the best way to clean up this disaster. The neck of her romper is too small to take off without pulling over her head. OK, time to crinkle it up like a pair of panty hose and quickly lift it over her head. Yes, this would work. It had to. My oldest jumped on the bed, throwing me off my game, and grabbed the baby's attention, causing her to quickly roll over and crawl 2 steps before I managed to grab her again. Ugh. I felt the gritty grain of pureed pears poop under my fingernails! Crap, crap, crap...literally!
Baby wipes. I need baby wipes. I started pulling them out of the dispenser. OK, 6 wipes later she still wasn't completely clean and I still had baby poop under my fingernails. "Think, think, think." My oldest, "what's wrong mommy? You should calm down." Note to self, try and use a phrase besides "calm down" when toddler is having a tantrum, because it sounds quite obnoxious when it's said back to you.
I tried to distract my oldest, who's now really getting in the way, by asking her to bring me a receiving blanket. My plan was to wrap the baby in the blanket so that I could transport her to the bath tub without getting poop all over me and the house. She came back with a tiny burp cloth. If this were a sitcom, this would be where they'd insert the canned laughter. I send her back for another blanket, this time telling her to get one big enough to wrap her baby doll in. Score! This time she brought back a receiving blanket.
I wrapped the baby up, who was pleased as punch by the entire fiasco, and rushed her to the bathroom for a much needed bath.
Whoever first coined the phrase poop (replace with the non family friendly synonym here) happens must have been a mom. Life at home with the kiddos can be joyful, peaceful, and loving one minute and then boy oh boy, poop happens!
The toddlers were playing nicely. Something about the fresh air seems to help the forget that they hate each other. The baby was eating her favorite baby food puree, pears with raspberries. Yep, it was a lovely day.
I brought the kids in for lunch. They actually ate what I gave them. I know, right? I bet it had something to do with my giving them lemonade to drink instead of water. My middle child, he's 2 years old, decided to be an absolute angel. I changed him, laid him in bed, and told him "night night." He simply said, "OK, momma." And that was it. He went right to sleep.
I was on a roll. The kids had played nicely, everyone was fed, 1 child was already napping. Today was cake. Then it was time to put my oldest down for a nap, she'll be 4 next month. I told her it was nap time. She told me "nope. it's playtime." I reminded her that we have lunch then nap. She reminded me that she didn't want to nap. *sigh*
I was in the middle of our nap time struggle when I smelled it...the distinctive smell of baby poop. My 7 month old was happily squealing and crawling away as fast as possible. Was that some brown I just spotted on the back of her all pink outfit. Oh no. I picked her up and rushed to the changing station and that's when the warm, wet goo began to seep through her clothes and all over me. Ugh!
I opened up her romper to discover the horror. Gooey, squishy, mooshy poo was all over her. It shot out of the font and back of her diaper. For 5 seconds, while holding her wiggly feet firmly in place, I gazed in awe of the terrible mess. "Think, think, think," I say to myself as I try to figure out the best way to clean up this disaster. The neck of her romper is too small to take off without pulling over her head. OK, time to crinkle it up like a pair of panty hose and quickly lift it over her head. Yes, this would work. It had to. My oldest jumped on the bed, throwing me off my game, and grabbed the baby's attention, causing her to quickly roll over and crawl 2 steps before I managed to grab her again. Ugh. I felt the gritty grain of pureed pears poop under my fingernails! Crap, crap, crap...literally!
Baby wipes. I need baby wipes. I started pulling them out of the dispenser. OK, 6 wipes later she still wasn't completely clean and I still had baby poop under my fingernails. "Think, think, think." My oldest, "what's wrong mommy? You should calm down." Note to self, try and use a phrase besides "calm down" when toddler is having a tantrum, because it sounds quite obnoxious when it's said back to you.
I tried to distract my oldest, who's now really getting in the way, by asking her to bring me a receiving blanket. My plan was to wrap the baby in the blanket so that I could transport her to the bath tub without getting poop all over me and the house. She came back with a tiny burp cloth. If this were a sitcom, this would be where they'd insert the canned laughter. I send her back for another blanket, this time telling her to get one big enough to wrap her baby doll in. Score! This time she brought back a receiving blanket.
I wrapped the baby up, who was pleased as punch by the entire fiasco, and rushed her to the bathroom for a much needed bath.
Whoever first coined the phrase poop (replace with the non family friendly synonym here) happens must have been a mom. Life at home with the kiddos can be joyful, peaceful, and loving one minute and then boy oh boy, poop happens!




