As I write this post I have barf in my hair and carrot soup on my shoes. Oh, and I just noticed that my shirt is inside out....
Hello. It's been awhile since I have been on here to write a post. Feels strange to be back. I will write a longer explanation later, but suffice it to say I have been dealing with sleep deprivation and trying to figure out what to change in our lives so both Little Owl, papa and I can all get more sleep. We are on the up.
Just wanted to share with you a little story...
For the past month we have been trying a new method at bedtime to get Athena to fall asleep without nursing: quiet playtime, bath time, books, dressed, nurse, and than papa takes over and she falls asleep with him.
Well, last night was my first night putting Athena to bed without Brian using this new "no-nurse-to-sleep" method.
Post bath, Athena always hangs out on the bed while I dry off and put clothes on. We've been doing it this way for over a month. No accidents. Of course, the one night I don't have help... I turn around after looking away for maybe two minutes and smell something very, very sour.
Yup. Poopy. All. Over. Everything.
She had spread it around by crawling from one end of the bed to the other and back again (note: she's very fast...). She had covered her favorite book (now no longer a part of her collection due to its change of texture and smell...) with poopy.
I gathered her up (would scoop be a better verb?) and brought her into the bathroom to wipe her bum. No poopy on her bum. Just All. Over. her legs and some on her arms. Well... only one thing to do... back in the bathtub.
No protest from baby on this one. She loves the bath tub.
After getting her all cleaned off we come back out. I take the sheet that had been christened with baby love and wrap it up tightly to wash later. I decide to try and see if she will go any more for me in the potty because surprisingly for how much it spread I didn't think she had actually pooped that much. Bad choice. She didn't poop more. But the pooping position made her spit up.
Spit up what you say?
Oh, just sardines that she had had for dinner.
Yummy.
ABC sardines all over her clean baby body and me. Well... only one thing to do... back in the bathtub. No protest from baby. She loves the bath tub.
*Sigh* I love being a mom.
No, but really... I do. Just look at this face:
Ok mommas, what is your "best" poopy story? Please tell me.