Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Holy Poop Batbaby!

Well, it finally happened.... Munchkin pooped on Hubby. While he has had some near misses, this is what I would consider a full-fledged attack.

Another Monday for us, nothing out of the ordinary. Munchkin and I are hanging out playing with the "gang" Aubie, Elmo, Cat, Julep and various other stuffed animals that have been collected over her lifetime. Hubby went out to get chicken biscuits in a kind of celebration for being off work on a Monday and having hopes that we could sit down and eat breakfast as a family unit. Munchkin and I are practicing walking (not me, her) when Hubby returns and opens his arms for a big ol' daddy kind of hug. He picks her up, swings her around, turns her upside down and oops! some poop comes loose! Evidently in our strides around the living room Munchkin had done some business. While I consider myself lucky to not have had this experience happen many times, I've heard the stories of the explosive diapers, the ones that shoot across rooms, maybe even blinding innocent bystanders that happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Our worst "run" in came when Munchkin was only a few days old and I tried Huggies for the first time. She was in her swing, I was doing something productive I'm sure, probably sleeping. When I go to get her out she is sitting in poop, I swear up to her armpits... As a new mom, I had no idea where to even start in the efforts to clean this used to be perfectly clean, baby- smelling, baby. Can I just return this one and start over? This is not what I signed up for..... Anyway, I managed and somehow we've been lucky enough to get through 11 months without another incident, that was until yesterday....

So, I'm standing in the kitchen, making Munchkin her pancake when Hubby starts shouting that he was covered in poop - yes he was. Now what makes this even funnier is that Hubby is also known lovingly by friends and family as a "Germ-a-phobe" and for some reason @*IT just seems to follow him, he can't get away from it. (I'll let him tell you the stories sometime.) Up the stairs we go to start what looks like a tag team situation. Now, as a Mom I won't say that you ever get used to poop but, you sure can handle it with precision. Outside of the few fingernails I've had to sacrifice for being dumb enough to stick a finger in one leg of the diaper to "check" for poop and being surprised by YEP! poop, I've gotten pretty good at being able to do this without getting it all over her, me, the curtains or the changing table. I send Hubby away, assuring him that it's better this way. After all, one mess is enough. If left unattended Munchkin and Hubby would have had to battle it out, who would cover whom with the most poop. This was definatly a job for Momma! After a shower and wardrode change, Hubby meets us back in the kitchen to have our much anticipated "Family Breakfast." And he thought staying home all day was full of fun and laughter....

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Funny stuff! I wish I could have seen the look on his face.--The Sister-in-Law