poop
I woke up this morning to Matt running into the bedroom around 7 saying (in a quite panicky and high-pitched voice) "there's been an ACCIDENT - I pooped on the onesie".
OK - so I misheard because I was tired - he said "there's poop on the onesie". But I didn't figure that out until after I asked "how did you poop on his onesie?".
So I get up and go into the nursery, where Andy is screaming his little head off, and there is poop EVERYWHERE. He had loosey goosey bowels - and he had them RIGHT when Matt took off the diaper and turned around to get a new one. So there was poop all over the changing table pad, and the bottom of the onesie Andy was wearing. AND NOW - there was poop on his feet, legs, hands, and arms (because of the flailing).
Matt was freaking out trying to think of how he could get the onesie off without getting poop everywhere (or more so everywhere). Also, he did not want to touch the poop - he is still much more squimish than I am.
I sent him downstairs to get a pair of scissors and I cut the onesie off (I'm brilliant). I somehow got poop all over my arms and hands while we were waiting - but that's to be expected.
15 wipes and 2 diapers later I was able to go back to sleep.
OK - so I misheard because I was tired - he said "there's poop on the onesie". But I didn't figure that out until after I asked "how did you poop on his onesie?".
So I get up and go into the nursery, where Andy is screaming his little head off, and there is poop EVERYWHERE. He had loosey goosey bowels - and he had them RIGHT when Matt took off the diaper and turned around to get a new one. So there was poop all over the changing table pad, and the bottom of the onesie Andy was wearing. AND NOW - there was poop on his feet, legs, hands, and arms (because of the flailing).
Matt was freaking out trying to think of how he could get the onesie off without getting poop everywhere (or more so everywhere). Also, he did not want to touch the poop - he is still much more squimish than I am.
I sent him downstairs to get a pair of scissors and I cut the onesie off (I'm brilliant). I somehow got poop all over my arms and hands while we were waiting - but that's to be expected.
15 wipes and 2 diapers later I was able to go back to sleep.