In case you were thinking to yourself, stay at home mothering sounds glamorous, I think I would like to sit home and play with an adorable baby and watch housewives when he naps.
Let me share this gem with you to prove its not always that way. ( Because some days -- I do watch Housewives when he naps and it rocks)
This morning as we were playing train table I got a wiff of some ... Eh hem... Poo and took Ethan upstairs to change him. We came back down stairs and I couldn't shake the smell. It was still there. So I searched all over, washed my hands, twice, Ethans, twice and finally spotted it.
Poo.
A log.
On. My. Kitchen. Floor.
Gasp.
I looked at E and asked him how this happened? He said --
" It's Mamas. "
Trust me buddy, that's not mine.
So I asked him again. He said "Ethans"
So I took off his shorts and found a trail from the diaper out and down his leg, which in turn had rubbed on my arm and onto my shirt.
Through some gags, which E laughed hysterically at, I managed to get it all cleaned up.
The mystery remains how a perfectly formed poo log could have escaped from a tightly sealed diaper and onto my floors.
What I do know is this, poo is gross.
Poo on your kitchen floor is mad gross.
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