I woke up this morning to Chad crying for help! He was attempting to change Tyke's morning diaper and got poop on his hand. There's nothing Chad hates more than a poopy diaper, so getting it on him really upset him! Before he was even able to get the diaper opened up he had a mess to clean up. I woke up and picked up Tyke thinking no big deal. Well, it was a big deal. As I started to take his jammies off so I could change his bum I realized we had a blowout to clean up, and I got poop on me too. We decided that this mess called for the utility sink in the laundry room so away we went.
I held Tyke over the sink while Chad peeled off the jammies. Tyke looked at me annoyed while Chad and I giggled and gagged. It was awful! The mess was smeared clear up Tyke's back, down one leg and pooled into the foot of his brand new jammies! While Chad was freaking out trying to figure out what to do with the messy jammies he was holding, (I told him to just drop them on the floor for now) Tyke freaked out and wanted to be held close instead of dangling in the air nearly naked. He kicked his little feet and tried climbing up my belly to snuggle in, leaving little poopy footprints up my shirt and mess smeared on my arms. Now I was the one screaming for help!
We wrestled to get Tyke away from me, tore off the disgusting diaper, and stuck him in the sink for a "shower". I held onto him while Chad hosed him down. After getting every last bit of poo off our little guy, and getting him soaped up and washed down, we let Tyke sit under the warm running water for a few minutes. He loves watching the water come out of the tap and attempts to grab it, it frustrates him that he can't. After getting him bathed for the day, dressed, and cartoons on to entertain him, Chad and I went our separate ways to go and clean ourselves up. What a morning!
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