Just as I got my hair good and soapy, I hear this horrible scream from Greg. Not one that is panicked though, so I continue with my shower. 30 seconds later, Greg busts into the bathroom and screams, "I told you to get out of the shower 30 seconds ago! C'mon babe! Hurry up!!!!" As I peek around the curtain I can see why he is so upset.
Turns out Brock had pooped while he was napping and decided to investigate what was in his diaper. He had managed to get his diaper off and used his poo as finger paint. Greg said that when he walked into Brock's room, he was standing on his bed in the corner, facing the wall, bracing himself against the wall with both hands. So Greg saw bare butt and poo. And not necessarily all in the same spot!
As I hurry up to get out of the shower so we can put our Creature from the Poo Lagoon in the tub, Greg is fuming and I am laughing. I am only laughing because I have not seen the bedroom yet.
As I venture into Brock's bedroom, I am initially greeted with the stench. I love my child, but good Lord in heaven, that was a foul smell! Second I see the wall. The wall that, while I was pregnant with him, Greg so lovingly painted for our precious unborn son. The original colors we had done it in were yellow and green. Apparently Brock thought it could use a little more brown.
Next I look at his dresser. Covered in poo. Then I see the bed. Again, poo. The carpet? Poo. His stuffed animals that weren't even close to the bed? Oh, that's right. They also got a poo shower. I mean, on the one hand, I am shocked and horrified that my sweet baby boy could do such a disgusting thing. But, on the other hand, I am impressed that he was able to cover such a vast area of square footage with the resources that he had. This kid is resourceful!
As quickly as I realize what a mess he has created on his stuff, I also remember that he is in the tub and my window for a great picture is being washed away with every splash! I dash into the bathroom, I aim the camera at my sweet angel's face and say to him, "Just so you know, you will not be punished for this today. But in many years when you have long forgotten about this day, and it is as fresh in my mind then as it is today, I will flash this picture to your first girlfriend." Then he looks up at me. Jackpot.
And for those of you that say, "Oh, Tara! You can't do such a horrible thing to your child!" I say to you, "Watch me. Otherwise, I will call you the next time he does something like this and you can scrub poo out of the carpet/walls/stuffed animals/Brock's nose just before you have to go into work for a 12-hour night shift!"
7 comments:
Ok so he is most def. a gorss little boy for playing in his own poo!! Totally not something that Tara and I would do! Although....she made me eat dog poo..
Shawna
I think you need to amend your statement by saying that Jessica made you eat dog poo. Get your story straight, lady!
OK, children, Tara, you were guilty by allowing it to happen. Jessica may have had the idea and created the "mud" pie but you did not stop her!!!
That is one of those precious times that makes you wish you had many children!! Makes me laugh only because it happened at your house and not mine.
Boys will be boys!!
Love,
Nana and Papa
Grant did that a couple times, and it was beyond gross. Hope it doesn't happen again!
btw -- why couldn't Greg clean up the mess? Is he scared of poop?
Love you guys,
Sanji
No, he's not scared of poop. But while I was scrubbing the child, he was scrubbing the curtains, the dressing, the bed frame, throwing the bedding in the washing machine, etc. He was actually very helpful considering how disgusting it was!
your life never ceases to amaze me...and by amaze me, i mean make me laugh hysterically! miss you!
Lisa
I'm SO proud of you for getting pictures!! :oD
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