(I gagged just typing that)
Tyler has been sleeping worse than an infant these days - up multiple times a night only to be calmed by being held. So at about 3 or so this morning he woke up and I ended up sharing the twin bed in his room with him for the rest of the night.
Around 8 this morning, I heard James wake up and start making some noise. Really, that normally means he is finally ready to get out of bed. Tyler and I got up to go get him, and as soon as I opened the door... I smelled the poop.
Not totally unusual to anyone that has a baby or toddler. Only, as I got closer to his bed... I noticed that the duct tape "belt" we put on his diaper was attached to his belly, but the diaper was hanging open.
Upon further inspection, gasp... James had poop on his face, hands, legs, feet, and bed... I've never been more angry at him in my life. I've also been been more grossed out.
It took me a good bit of time to get things cleaned up, and get us downstairs to wash his bedding. I am still mad...
Of course now that we've been up for a couple of hours... I've cleaned up 3 poop incidents. This day is just covered in poop... And nap time is still two hours away!!
I plan on taking them in their pjs (redneck, I know) to get some Chick-fil-a for their lunch. Likely pick up dinner for John and I at Pei Wei... Put them down for naps... Wait for the Dell technician, and maybe catch 10 minutes of down time before the count down to bedtime!