I was just thinking recently how poop-free this house has been lately. Big mistake.
Elia had the pee-poo Tuesday, which dripped down her chubby legs and all over the living room floor. Hooray for hardwoods.
Christian came home from school Wednesday with his pee-poo clothes in a bag. If they weren't a new pair of shorts I would have tossed them in the trash.
Wednesday night, the girls were in bed having a hay day. There were shrieks of excitement and a lot of bouncing. Then I started to hear, "Ewe!"
I ignored it for a few minutes and then Elia began screaming for me. "Mommy! Gracie is disgusting! Gracie has poop! Gracie is nasty!"
I was still ignoring it at that point, until I heard, "Mommy! Gracie has poop in her eye!"
You've got to be kidding me. Sure enough I opened the door and get slapped in the face with the smell of poop. This is what I see.
This was not pee-poo. This was thick, playdough-like, poop. It was on the walls and all over the crib. I gagged as I cleaned her up.
This morning, upon opening the girls door, Elia was lying on her stomach surrounded by a brown colored sheet. She was covered to her neck in poop. I picked up her pillow and it was no longer white. I threw that thing right in the trash.
Moral of the story: If your home is poop-free, don't question it, unless you want to play with it for the next week.