The story about to be told is true, graphic, and not for the faint hearted or weak stomach!
I am keeping my little 8 month old grandson today, and he took a long morning nap. I was happily catching up on my blog reading, and when he woke from his nap and played in his crib. I don't like to jump up (not to mention jumping up is hard on these old bones) and get him out of the bed as soon as he peeps, so I let him play while I continued reading.
When I got him after about 10 minutes, I couldn't believe my eyes when I walked in. He was sitting up in bed grinning at me when I opened the door. He had pulled his diaper off (one of the pitfalls of Velcro closings!) and had poo smeared all over the sheet, his face, and of course his hands!
What to do? I did not sign up for this!!! I pulled off his shirt, and carried him (at arms length) to the tub and sat him in it as I turned on the water and adjusted the temp. Rinsed him off, soaped him down, rinse again. Then I filled up the tub and let him soak until I could get all the "stuff" out of his fingernails. Wrapped him in a towel, took him back to his room, diapered and dressed him, and let him roll around on the floor while I stripped the bed, wiped it down, put on clean sheets. Are you ready for bed little man? I am!!!
He certainly enjoys his food!
The Tomato Thief left a few--all green, of course!
I thought this tendril hanging down was so graceful and pretty.
Are you getting an idea of why I am Morning Glories in Round Rock?
The sunflowers are so bright and cheerful.
I wish computers came with Smell-O-Vision, because there is nothing so sweet as the smell of a rose (except lilacs, which I can't grow).