This diaper disaster story may not top Linnea's, but it's definitely one I won't be forgetting...this will go down in the record books as one of those we'll bring up to her boyfriends when she's dating. Which, by the way, is never.
So Paige had a poopy diaper tonight, no big deal. We've recently had difficulty with her wanting to spin like a torpedo and scream every time we try to change her, but this time she was just happy, chatty Paige, babbling on in some language native only to babies.
Just as I reached for the first wipe and lifted her bottom off of the "patty", Paige also reached for the left side of her diaper (I was on the right). I tried to stop her, but as she gave a good yank, I gave a good high-pitched "nonononononoOOOOO"and yank back. I thought the crisis was averted...until I noticed...the poo was gone!
I leaned over the changing table to see it wedged between the shelf just below the table and the wall. I hollered for Matt, but don't know why...mostly just to show him the yucky spectacle! By the time he reached Paige's bedroom door, I looked again--it was now on the floor...but not without leaving marks down the wall. Eew.
As Matt shook his head in disbelief, I knew I would be cleaning up this mess as well. I put Paige back together and traded Matt the baby for the economy-size tub of Clorox wipes and pulled the changing table away from the wall.
There were a number of other things that had happened to fall behind the table...one of which was a tub toy Paige had received on her birthday, a squirting sea turtle. The poo had landed right on top of him! He was a turtle no more...
He was a turdle.
So Paige had a poopy diaper tonight, no big deal. We've recently had difficulty with her wanting to spin like a torpedo and scream every time we try to change her, but this time she was just happy, chatty Paige, babbling on in some language native only to babies.
Just as I reached for the first wipe and lifted her bottom off of the "patty", Paige also reached for the left side of her diaper (I was on the right). I tried to stop her, but as she gave a good yank, I gave a good high-pitched "nonononononoOOOOO"and yank back. I thought the crisis was averted...until I noticed...the poo was gone!
I leaned over the changing table to see it wedged between the shelf just below the table and the wall. I hollered for Matt, but don't know why...mostly just to show him the yucky spectacle! By the time he reached Paige's bedroom door, I looked again--it was now on the floor...but not without leaving marks down the wall. Eew.
As Matt shook his head in disbelief, I knew I would be cleaning up this mess as well. I put Paige back together and traded Matt the baby for the economy-size tub of Clorox wipes and pulled the changing table away from the wall.
There were a number of other things that had happened to fall behind the table...one of which was a tub toy Paige had received on her birthday, a squirting sea turtle. The poo had landed right on top of him! He was a turtle no more...
He was a turdle.
That is too funny! Grayson does the same torpedo move and it DRIVES ME CRAZY!! Aidan never did that you see, he always just laid there calm a and chatty. Not Grayson, I've had to resort to putting my legs over his arms so he couldn't roll over just so I could do a quick change...all with him screaming of course! Crazy kid!
ReplyDeleteOMG! That is so funny...it is funny how babies are curious about everything. Maycie usually lets me change her diaper no problem, but now that she is trying to crawl and could roll the length of a football stadium in about 30min. I can see how this would happen! Paigey is so silly. I just wub her!
ReplyDeleteOH my....what a story. Bye bye turtle! :)
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