Monday, October 15, 2007

Hey What's That Smell?!?

It sure ain't the smell of freshly baked cookies!

I'm in the kitchen making some soup while the Baby is crawling around sucking on dangerous chokables. While peeling some carrots I notice a slight off-scent but can't tell where it is coming from so I carry on with my wifely duties. Then I find the baby sucking on the recycling (no sharp metal cans... no worries). She crawls over to me and I realize... with a fair amount of horror... that her entire pant leg is soaked with liquid poo. Now Baby F is a baby so she is wearing a lot of cloth between her butt and the outside world... and if poo is now outside of her clothes we have got a mega disaster on our hands. Oh did I ever mention that Canine Furious is like a poop hound? Yeah.. double disaster! So I go into lock down mode... nobody move!.... "Okay Kid get Canine in the basement and bring me the wipes!!! Now!!! NO the wipes! The Wipes! No Kid THE WIPES! NO I need the wipes.. in here.. faster..fast, fast, fast! "(yeah that's how 5 year olds play it) Okay 15 minutes later ... as I precariously balance the baby in such a way as to minimize contact with the deadly ooze I finally get the damn wipes. Now I begin mission poop removal. I should note that Baby's poop causes an immediate and permanent stain... and I am not just saying that to be cute.. I mean for real. So off come the poop covered socks, then the overalls... Sweet Jesus they are filled with poop!!! I approach mission poop removal like Baby is a bomb that might detonate at any second... it has been known to happen people! You need to be speedy but careful to contain all the damage in one location. And let me tell you nothing is harder than trying to remove a poop covered onesie without spreading the nastiness all over the baby's head.. or even worse yourself.
And that my friends is what we call a Pooptastrophy!

12 comments:

Robin said...

Hahaha. I only laugh because I have been there. I actually WAS there last week....at the gym! The daycare called me down because one of the kids was dirty (what else is new, how they always manage to poop during the 1 and 1/2 hours I am at the gym mystifies me.) So it was the little one, and it was pretty much as you described. Except fortunately it didn't start oozing out of the clothes til I got her. So I come out of the bathroom with a naked baby and a wad of poop covered clothes and the girl asks, "do you need a plastic bag?" Ummmm....ya think?

Love your blog!!!

Mrs. Furious said...

Hey Robin!

"do you need a plastic bag?"

Oh no.. don't worry about me! ;)
I guess at least she had the sense to offer...

and thanks for the compliment!

I just finished trying to get those damn stains out. And even though I rinsed them immediately and then left them to soak (I had to finish dinner and whatnot) and then I just scrubbed 'em with dishsoap .. still can't get it out!

michelline said...

ah... I remember those days. And not fondly, either. I'll never forget the time Libby was getting sick. She was 6 months old. We were at a friend's house and Libby exploded all over our friend's couch. ohmigod. I don't know that I have ever seen so much poop at one time in my life. She was covered in it and so was I. I was so very thankful that my friend had a cover on the couch. It was ruined, but at least the couch itself was ok. We spent the next several days with me, Chris and Libby all sick and running... It got so bad we had to stop using clothing for Libby at all. We used a diaper and then wrapped her in a towel and put her in her exersaucer. It was miserable.

michelline said...

forgot to add! Is she ok? just had an unusual bowel movement? Not a precursor to being sick?

Mrs. Furious said...

Oh she seems fine... I actually think it might be teething related. She's very very drooly these days!

Mrs. Furious said...

We used a diaper and then wrapped her in a towel and put her in her exersauce

Now that is a tip to remember!

Chris Howard said...

Ugh, I'm glad mine are old enough to wipe themselves now. They even do a pretty good job.

bring me the wipes!!! Now!!! NO the wipes! The Wipes! No Kid THE WIPES! NO I need the wipes.. in here.. faster..fast, fast, fast!

That's very reminiscent of coaching a teeball team, except substitute the ball for wipes. "Get the ball, the BALL. It just rolled past you. Pick it up! Throw it to second, SECOND!"

Mrs. Furious said...

"Get the ball, the BALL. It just rolled past you. Pick it up! Throw it to second, SECOND!"

lol... I can see that!

katieo said...

I HATE getting that stupid onesie over the head! I usually end up stretching out the neck to get it off around their feet. My current strategy is taking the offender up and setting him in the bath. clothes and all. Containment is number one priority.

(And what about poop footprints around the disaster area? Soooo gross! and a little bit cute)

Mrs. Furious said...

Katieo,
I usually end up stretching out the neck to get it off around their feet.

Ingenius!

Israel said...

wowsers, that sucks big time. havent had one of those in a while.

Mrs. Furious said...

havent had one of those in a while.

I'm looking forward to when I can say that!

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