Ohhhh poop…

I put the kids to bed a little early tonight because they were trying to kill each other and me in the process. We said our prayers, there was some expected whining and fussing from Anaiah, everyone was tucked in, I retrieved my sweet potato and tea from the kitchen and I started answering emails. So far so bueno.

An hour after putting the kids to bed, I hear some grumps from Kannon… Very strange since he hardly ever fusses after he goes to bed. Usually I’m reasoning with a three-year-old well into the night. I get a little worried and flustered. My mom brain immediately goes to… Is he too hot? Are his teeth bothering him? Does he have fever? Oh Lord, he took the pink, fuzzy tiara to bed with him. Is it poking him? And on and on…

So I jump up and quietly burst into their room, hurry to Kannon’s bedside and find a HUGE poop diaper with my left foot… That’s right, folks… I enthusiastically stepped right in it in the dark. Kannon’s big sister has recently taught him the art of removing his own diaper and this has been a recurring event in the mornings with pee diapers. Normally he waits until I am in the room in the morning before he proudly rips his diaper off and throws it in my general direction. Not tonight.

I immediately hobbled into the bathroom, trying desperately not to jiggle any crap off of my foot onto the carpet, and washed my foot off in the bathtub. Then, returned to the scene of the crime to properly clean, diaper and re-clothe the perpetrator. Kannon now has his footed zipper pajamas on, equipped with the little snap at the top, actually designed to prevent these things. I think I need a pedicure…