Reflecting on the highs and lows of the year?
Writing out my resolutions?
Stuffing my face with party snacks?
No. No. And no.
I spent my precious time taking care of this mess:
In case you can't quite tell, that is poop smudged all over Jack's face. And yes, there is a vast quantity quite near his mouth.
The picture doesn't reveal that there was also copious amounts of excrement smeared up and down his legs and arms.
Oh yes, and my bedroom carpet, the dining room floor, my duvet cover and me.
How did this happen?
It is tempting to assume that I am an unfit mother and incapable of diapering my child, but don't think that. I am pretty sure that gross and traumatic things like this happen to a lot, if not most, moms.
Somebody please tell me I'm right about that.
Jack had been cranky all day. Nothing calmed him down. He didn't want to eat (which he usually loves to do) or play. He took lots of naps.
By five o'clock he was just pitiful. One thing that always works to cheer my boy up is a bath. Usually it is part of our bedtime routine. Bath, baby massage, bottle, bed.
In the recent months we've also added "naked time" to the mix.
I love naked time. I love his squishy little bum and his rolly arms and legs. So yummy!
I also think it is good for his little bottom to air out occasionally. You know?
So he crawls around for a few minutes, exposed, then I diaper him and we continue with bedtime rituals.
Back to tonight, I decided to give him his bath early to see if I could calm him down for the evening. We had a nice long bath. I brought in extra toys. He laughed and splashed. It worked like a charm.
When he was done I brought him out in his towel and let him crawl around. As I've already explained to you, that is normal in our house.
While he was playing, I got sidetracked with FB, blogs, e-mail... you know how the web just sucks you in. I could hear Jack playing, then saw him crawl into my bedroom. That also is a totally normal occurrence in my house. My bedroom is super child-proof and I often let him explore there.
I was listening to him talk to himself and kind of guessing what he was doing. Then it became very quiet. I told myself, "just check this one last thing, then go get him."
Before I even navigated to my next cyber destination I heard it. I little grunt. Then another.
I bound from my chair and dashed to the bedroom. Two steps away I smelled it!
Before I was even to the doorway I could see the smears on the carpet. I found Jack standing, as pleased as could be, by my bed. Brown, sticky lump in hand.
I immediately scooped him up and brought him out to the smooth floor in the dining room, then called my sister (who lives in a condo below us). I ran a second bath and once she arrived she put Jack in the tub while I took care of one of the most disgusting messes I have cleaned up in a long time.
Don't worry, for your benefit we made sure to get the photo-op before we washed his face. We also made a sisterly-pact to repeat the story to his first girlfriend. A mission which Andy heartily agreed to.
My Final Lessons of 2008:
- Be on friendly terms with at least one neighbor. You never know when you will need a second set of hands.
- Naked time may be cute, but it is not without danger.
- Don't check e-mail during naked time.
- Baby poop may be littler, but it is no less stinky than an adult's.
- NOTHING is truly baby proof.
- If Jack is cranky all day, maybe he just needs a good BM.
- I am a good mom. If I can handle a poop disaster and live to laugh at the tale, I can handle anything!
Okay, now that we have that mess cleaned up, on to the party snacks!