...but knowing that doesn't make it a pleasant thing. Warning, this blog is about poop. I think that was evident in the title but I felt compelled to forewarn.
Carter loves prunes. However, prunes and I are no longer friends. I have a fairly large suspicion they are responsible for the poop I just clean out from under my fingernails. Carter had an... incident. Poop. Everywhere. He was sitting in his exersaucer and got a little fussy. He's being doing that lately, so I let him fuss. "Needs to learn to entertain himself", I thought.
I went in about 5 minutes later and went to pick him up to move him to his bouncy chair so he could nap while I folded laundry. I picked him up, put him on my shoulder and then I felt it. I knew. I knew instantly what happened. Then I looked down. In the seat where my child had been, was a detonated poop bomb. ::Gag::
Then, where his feet stick out and he "stands" in his saucer are tiny grooves to give him traction. See where I'm going? Yeah... everywhere. Shot out of his clothes, down his legs. He'd been standing/dancing/bouncing in it. I was... overwhelmed.
First order of business? Bath time. I used the detachable showerhead to rinse my fecal covered baby who thought that was hilarious. Then I sprayed my hands, his clothes, my clothes... EVERYTHING that had anything on it. Ew.
After Carter stopped smelling like the inside of a toilet, I put him down for a nap in his bed and got to work on the saucer. Dear GAWD! I scrubbed every groove. I dumped bleach all over the foot area and washed like there was no tomorrow. It took me 35 minutes just to clean the bottom and I'm going to have to clean it again (it's outside) and then sanitize it. Don't get me started on the seat cloth. Outside, hose, washing machine. MAYBE that will help. Or MAYBE we'll just buy a new one.
This was all before 8:30am. Good morning world!
::Sigh:: I think I'll be skipping my slimfast chocolate chip granola bar breakfast.