Poop

Not the most attractive title. Props for reading on.

I feel like I should give background on this story... but if I do, it kind of loses the "wow factor". I guess it doesn't really matter. Title like "poop" and you know where it's going.

So, Chloe has a pattern. Especially lately. But normally, when put down for her nap she has a window of about a half hour that it takes for her to wind down, stop knocking and fall asleep infront of the door. At night it can last up to two hours. Usually not that long, but she just chills and kicks the door good naturedly. The only times this does not hold true is when one of two things happen. One: She is exhausted and falls asleep quickly (still infront of the door) or Two: She is poopy.

Normally this "poopy" thing isn't a big deal. But lately, she's realized that being poopy bothers her. So she'll try to stick her hand up, down, around... basically into her diaper.

Fast forward to today. Chloe had some major stinky toots but nothing happened. So we changed her diaper and put her down. I went and started on the dishes after Jameson and I finished the Ballroom scene of Enchanted on tv. It closed in on a half hour after putting her down and I told Jameson I was thinking of checking on her, to make sure she wasn't poopy, because that is the only reason I could think of that she'd be up! But I didnt want to jeopordize her sleeping. So I said to forget I said anything. About 10 minutes later she's kicking on the door pretty bad, so Jamie goes in.

A minute or two pass so I follow him in thinking he was having a hard time finding her binky too. He looks up at me with this... not frantic... but... perhaps frazzled 'are you kidding me!?' face and tells me that there is poop everywhere. Poop in her hair. Poop on her feet, between her toes. Poop AROUND her mouth (10 to 1 that wasn't the original target..ugh). Everywhere. I found it on the floor. Who knows what else she touched!?

So, I took the advice of my good friend Becky Cardwell and I just laughed. I got the lysol wipes, laughed. Scrubbed, laughed. Ran a bath and scrubbed her laughing. Granted, it wasn't crazed laughing or anything. I would just chuckle. What else can I do!? Chloe is happy she's been saved, Jamie is frustrated it happened... I gotta balance it out somehow!

We de-poopified Chloe, I got out our Little Green Bissel (THANK YOU wedding gifts we NEVER would've thought to ask for) and cleaned the floor infront of the door where she usually resides. Got her back in bed and we all took a nap! Not exactly what we planned to do in the middle of the day, but you know what?



That is a bonding experience :)