and, no, I didn't take a picture of his mischief this time.
Why and how do these things happen so quickly?
Friday night, as I am rotating laundry, my son is unloading the dirty dishwasher for me (in other words grabbing all the utensils and dropping them on the floor, this is a task we do often and love, clean or dirty!) So, no worries, I throw on another load of laundry before I head back to the kitchen to grab Mac and head for the bath. But when I come in he is twirling his right foot round and round making great big circles on the floor. Is that paint?, no how would that happen, he can't get the paint himself. I look closer, what is it? Not yucky food from the silverware, far too much for that.
No, no, it's POOP!!!!
As Mac is in his walker, clad only in a diaper and onesie ready for the bath, he has had diarrhea and it has slide nicely down his leg onto the floor, perfect to splash in and 'paint' around with his feet. UGH!!!! So much for Christmas projects, I was washing the floors that night!
And he's not even 2 yet, I think I am in trouble!
2 comments:
oooohhhhh Allison....that sucks...seriously...but i am also laughing with lots of empathy thrown in for good measure...ooohhhh.....you poor mother....lol....
Yuck. Marc's mom tells me stories of when he used to paint the walls with his poop. So I guess the floor is not too bad.
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