The Incident

This was actually really easy to clean up, but still. It shall henceforth be known as "The Incident".

Mondays are my least favorite days of the week. Bryan has school so I get the munchkins during the day and I'm flying solo for dinner and bathtime. We have a routine down so it's not nearly as overwhelming as it once was, but it's still not exactly 'easy'.

Usually we end up taking an early bath and then we watch a short movie until bedtime. We didn't have any TV this morning (hooray!) so an hour of a movie at night to unwind is nice for us all. I nurse G on the couch and P snuggles up next to us.

Anyway, after dinner we're playing in P's room (with puppets, ohmygoodness the kids *LOVE* those puppets) and I decide it's bathtime. So we all head into the nursery where I strip both kids down, grab the towels, and head into the bathroom. They're crawling around on the floor together, laughing and screeching, and I start the bath. I look over at Penelope and she's standing there peeing on the floor! I have her sit on the potty, but it's too late, there is a HUGE puddle of pee on the bathroom floor.

I turn to G, who is standing next to me at the bathtub waiting (impatiently) for me to put him in his bathseat when I notice a huge pile of BABY POO on the floor.

EWWWWWWWW.

Ew.

G goes in the tub, Poe follows, and I clean up the gross-ass mess. Kids are NASTY.

The rest of the night went off without incident. G even fell asleep 15 minutes earlier than normal.

This is the post for which she will hate me

When Penelope is 12 or 13 she will read through this blog, happen upon this post, and then refuse to talk to me for an entire week. I could, of course, NOT post this, but it's too damn funny and I'll get a week of silence out of it at some point in the future. Win-win, right? Besides, all moms tell embarrassing poop stories. So Penny can return the favor when she has her own kids.

Now that I've built it up, y'all probably won't find it funny. Oh well, I still do.

Penelope was grossed out by her own poopy diaper. Yep. She gagged and then covered her nose & mouth. It was hilarious... only I couldn't laugh too hard because that would require inhaling (which I was trying NOT to do as this was an exceptionally stinky poopy diaper). If she knew how to say "yucky" I bet she would have. The memory still makes me giggle.

So thanks Pen for making Mommy laugh (and gag at the same time). When you decide to talk to me again I promise not to mention it... well, I'll try not to. Love you baby!