I was talking with my mom on the phone this afternoon, just having a short conversation while I was working on unloading the dishwasher. I had just checked on my nearly 1-year old son, Kellan, not moments before. He was playing sweetly, “vroom-vrooming” his truck around the living room floor. I walked back around to the kitchen (which is open to the living room, but separated by a bar) to finish unloading the silverware. After only a few minutes, I make my way back into the living room to check on my daughter and see if she needs any more juice, and what do I see?!
Kellan, sitting on the carpeted floor near the couch, playing in a massive pile of poop! Yes, I said, “POOP.” There was yellow-mustard-colored, stinky, smelly poo-poo all over my carpet…and my couch…and his toys…and himself! He managed to spread it everywhere! Including his arms, legs, toes, eyebrows, and hair… Wow…
I ran him upstairs and swiftly deposited him into the bathtub, then, very carefully, removed what was left of his diaper and proceeded to wash him thoroughly… Then, I went back downstairs and spent the next half hour, scrubbing the carpet with almost an entire bottle of Resolve. Whew!
To say the least, that was not what I was expecting when I came around the corner to ask Kassia about her apple juice! ;)
Thank goodness for steam cleaners!
