Day of poop

You have all heard the urban legends about the baby that pooped in their diaper and then decided to paint with it all over the walls, the carpet, the crib, the car, and finally eat it. You never ever believe that maybe, just maybe, some part of that story isn't an urban legend and your baby will put you through it. That is until they do. Yes, Matthew today covered a toy phone with it and got some on the carpet, while attempting to eat what got on his fingers. EWWWWWW! It was the second bath I had to give him because he was covered in poop. Yes, I said second. #2. This morning he accidentally sat in diarrhea in the yard and needed bath #1. I hope that we are done with poop for awhile. If not forever. Some days it's really hard to be a mom. And of course all of this happens while I'm alone with the baby. I'm the same mom who was lifting her son's butt up to put a diaper on it, after cleaning off poop, just to have him shoot liquid poop out onto my leg! EWWWWW! And while I tried to block that he started peeing all over me. Lovely. Well, he sure broke his new mom in quick. That least I can say that he never peed into my mouth, just his. Poor kid. I hope he makes it to high school!

On a not so hilarious note, Foxy is not doing so well. I'm not sure how much longer she has left. Phil is hoping she passes while he is gone and I'm hoping I'm not alone. It is never easy to lose a pet. At least in this case I can honestly say she's had a great life and has lived to a ripe old age.