o ye of weak stomachs, turn away

Thank goodness for those latex gloves my mom gave me several years ago to keep my hands clean when making pie crusts. I haven’t made a pie crust yet, but those gloves sure came in handy last week.

Rowan was taking an extra-long nap on Saturday afternoon so I peeked in on him and saw that he was awake and sitting quietly in his crib. I also promptly smelled the stench of stink. This is not uncommon. After all, don’t most people poop while they’re sleeping? But as I walked toward him, I noticed that the bed of his crib looked eerily similar to our dirt-strewn bedroom the week before. Except this time the culprit wasn’t dirt. Let's just say the not-so-nice-word my husband uttered when he observed the above scenario summed up the situation quite succinctly. Rowan had somehow wiggled out of his diaper and smeared poop to every corner of his sleeping quarters. It wasn’t pretty. And for further gross-out…we’re pretty confident there was some taste-testing going on. Brings a whole new definition to the Chinese restaurant menu entree “PuPu Platter”.

Thanks for the gloves, mom.