Kendal is finally understanding, somewhat, what it is that makes her diaper get so wet and uncomfortable. This is a good thing right? I mean acknowledgement is the first step to ANYTHING, including potty training. So why then, must she make such a mess?
Jen was at my house a few days ago and we were talking quilt guild stuff, laying out fabric and figuring things out for an upcoming quilt project. Kelsey and Kendal were just playing in the front room when Kelsey yells "Mom, Kendal is poopy and she is taking off her diaper!" I ran in and found my sweetheart removing a nasty diaper all by herself, along with its contents. I grabbed her hands before she could touch anything, Jen grabbed the camera, and Kelsey just watched and made disgusting remarks.
I took her into the bathroom for a clean up job and kept telling her that poop is a 'no touch' and that she needs to tell mom when she is poopy. I figure if she hears it about 900 times a day, it will soon begin to sink in. The clean up didn't take too long, but I know that if Matt were here and alone, he totally would have thrown her out into the 18"of snow, got a hose and sprayed her off while he threw up and yelled 911 at the top of his lungs. Mothers are amazing! Joe, I edited the photos for you, I didn't include the one that showed the diaper contents and for some reason I couldn't attach the aroma onto BLOGGER.com! Actually, I would imagine you are a diaper pro, it is my dad and brother that may throw up.
Jen was at my house a few days ago and we were talking quilt guild stuff, laying out fabric and figuring things out for an upcoming quilt project. Kelsey and Kendal were just playing in the front room when Kelsey yells "Mom, Kendal is poopy and she is taking off her diaper!" I ran in and found my sweetheart removing a nasty diaper all by herself, along with its contents. I grabbed her hands before she could touch anything, Jen grabbed the camera, and Kelsey just watched and made disgusting remarks.
I took her into the bathroom for a clean up job and kept telling her that poop is a 'no touch' and that she needs to tell mom when she is poopy. I figure if she hears it about 900 times a day, it will soon begin to sink in. The clean up didn't take too long, but I know that if Matt were here and alone, he totally would have thrown her out into the 18"of snow, got a hose and sprayed her off while he threw up and yelled 911 at the top of his lungs. Mothers are amazing! Joe, I edited the photos for you, I didn't include the one that showed the diaper contents and for some reason I couldn't attach the aroma onto BLOGGER.com! Actually, I would imagine you are a diaper pro, it is my dad and brother that may throw up.
4 comments:
Way to go! I know it doesn't feel like it, but this stage seems to go by pretty quickly. It's a good thing too - Amazing moms can only last so long :).
Sniff, sniff, sniff....I think I smell poo-poo! Seriously, just looking at the pictures I can smell the aroma coming through my computer. It makes me feel normal when I see pics like these. I love how you describe what would be Matt's reaction to the situation. MEN, they can handle gory bloody movies, but heaven forbid they see, smell, or get poppy on them.
Do all husbands come that way? Darryl can handle about anything disgusting to the average person but the second one of the kids throws up, poops, pees, etc. he too would love to call 911, but just settles for calling me.
At least it's my friends Poop story. The one that goes the Man those kids are being quiet in there. And then there's poop smeared all over the walls and the bedroom floor. And the kids telling her "We thought it was playdough!" Such a fun mess to clean up!
Post a Comment