Oh Poop!

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Ahh.  What a day.  I have to look at the funny side of this trying day - like Buggy eating his dinner with a basket on his head.  No, we didn't put the basket there - he wouldn't go in his high chair without the basket and wouldn't eat his pizza without the basket on his head.  What a silly little guy!

So, when was the last time you had a poo facial?  A poo laundry treatment?  A poo wrestling tournament?  We had all three this evening.  I'm tired!

The evening began with the world's longest car ride.  We had just finished getting some blinds for our room at Lowes.  We knew it was time for Buggy's nap, but we weren't ready to be stuck in the house for hours.  After a quick stop at CVS for some freebies, we decided to go for a drive and let Buggy sleep in his new car seat (which he loves and will gladly sleep in - on MOST occasions).

Well, we got on the highway and drove in hopes of a sleeping toddler.  Thirty or so miles later, my bladder said we needed to stop.  I got Buggy set up with another nap bottle (since he had launched his last one) and used the rest stop.  We kept driving.  And driving.  Buggy kept crying.  And crying.  I kept contracting.  And contracting.  Many miles later, we found an exit where we could turn around and head back home.  More crying. More contracting.  More construction.  Hubby didn't quite realize how uncomfortable I was - he was asking what other places I wanted to stop - maybe to get some pizza or something.  Sorry - too busy contracting.  And listening to freaking out Buggy.

I was cautiously optimistic that this was real labor starting.  Nope.  Not this time.  We got home and put Buggy to bed an hour and a half after his normal nap time.  I rested on the couch while Hubby fetched pizza.  More screaming ensues.  Crib side was not put up (Buggy will NOT sleep if it is down) and Buggy had a very poopy diaper - both things that are great at preventing naps.   I thought a quick change and a snuggle and Buggy would go down to sleep.

I didn't anticipate the horror that was about to ensue.

Poo.  Everywhere. 

Buggy was what we call "rammy."  You know - when a child is so overtired that they become PAINFUL.  There is lots of hitting, kicking, flailing, uncontrollable laughing and screaming, pinching, biting.... the list goes on.

The diaper was FULL of poo.  Buggy got his HANDS in the poo.  Buggy tried to EAT the poo. While I am trying to wipe poo from his flailing hands before they get to his mouth, he starts to kick.  The full-but-no-longer-attached diaper.  Poo is now flying through the air.  Poo is all over his feet and hands.  Poo is all over my face, arms, and shirt.  Poo is all over the changing pad.  I am trying to keep this wiggly poo-monster on the changing pad as I try to prevent poo footprints on the white carpet.

THANKFULLY - Hubby came home just in time to hear my shrieks.  He ran upstairs and got the bath filled.  I got Buggy naked and we scrubbed him down.  Hubby brought me clean clothes for myself.

I will never look at a mud mask the same way again.

Have you ever had close encounters of the poo kind?