It Came From Inside the Diaper!

[cue scary music]



I've been a mommy for 13 months and some weeks and days. Whatever that pretty little ticker on the right hand side says. And I've encountered some mean diapers.



But NOTHING, so far, has even come CLOSE to the one from this morning!



The actual diaper? I didn't change it. Ryan was the first to discover the immediate mess. Apparently Corbin had poop up her chest and back (she only slept in the diaper, by the way), so he brought her downstairs and had to begin wiping her down while she was standing, then lay down a towel, and then he got to the actual diaper, which was a four-wiper. He said it was so bad he had to take it outside and put it directly in our rollcart trash can. I was down here shortly after this and got to hear the horror story.



Oh, but that was only the beginning.



I went and got Corbin's pink blanket out of her crib (the blanket she has decided in recents weeks she will not sleep without) and discovered it had fallen victim to the poop-explosion. I put it in the washing machine as quickly as I could because I knew that no nap would be had without that blanket and it wouldn't be long before she was ready for her 11am nap that she takes like clockwork every single day. I then noticed something that looked suspiciously like poop on Corbin's forehead, so I decided it was a good time for a bath. After her bath, I decided it was time to see just how bad of a mess we had on our hands.



In her crib, there was poop on the vertical rails, on the sheets, on the mattress pad, on her blankets...it was scary. I wiped down the rails, changed the sheets and pad, and took everything to the laundry.



And not a moment too soon! As soon as her pink blanket was dry she was rubbing her eyes, a good sign it was time for her 11am nap.



Ah, the joys of parenthood. Guess I better get started on this poopy laundry! :)