Today I had a dreaded dental appt. (if you had my teeth, you'd dread the dentist too!) and John was going solo with Ambrose while I would be away. Along with trying to get myself out the door in time to check into the dental clinic a full 15 minutes before my appt, ( why they do that I have no idea because it's not like they see you even remotely around when your scheduled appt. ) I was trying to help John get everything together so as to make his time with the little guys a little easier. I walk down stairs, put my shoes on, and start to mosey out the door when I hear John call for me in a semi frantic voice.
I run upstairs and see Ambrose on the changing table and John desperately trying to wrestle Ambrose's hands away from his nether regions. He asks me to take over the hands while he works on the diaper. John has changed many a diaper and hasn't ever needed this kind of help in the past, however, when I look down I see exactly why he has called for reinforcements. Ambrose has just had the biggest poop of his life, as he should since he hasn't pooped in 4 days! The diaper has exploded, Ambrose has poop up his belly, up his back and down both legs. Ugh.
John starts the cleaning process, all the while I am no help at all because I am dying laughing. All of you who know John know that he is a slight germaphobe and neat freak and this is killing him! He wipes up one leg and grabs onto a more "chunky" piece of poop, and somewhere from the time he wipes it off Ambrose to the time he goes to throw it away he looses that little piece of poop. He's frantically looking for it and we find it stuck to Ambrose's toe....eww, as if he doesn't have enough poop on him, we're depositing it in new places!
We decide that the best plan of attack is to bathe him rather than use every last wipe in the nursery. I help get him undressed and John looks at me and says "So do you think that we should wash the onsie by itself or just throw it away." Can you imagine how many articles of clothing we'd throw away if he was in charge around here :)
OH MY GOSSSSSSSSSSH, hahaha, I SO would have thrown it away! That's the germaphobe in me too :) You guys are doing great!
ReplyDeleteThat is so greeaaaaaattttttttt!!!! I remember that happening to us while Nicholas was 3 weeks old at my mom and dad's in Hawaii. That time it was 7 days without a movement. Just wait till you have a morning when Ambrose decides to "sleep in". All is dandy with you and John cause you got to sleep in right? Then you open the door to Ambrose "playing" in and with his poop! It's wall art and crib art! It's not a parenting thing I swear, just happened to us three times, three different boys!!! LOL!!! Parenting! It only gets better! :)
ReplyDeleteToo funny! Glad you were there to help Steph otherwise I would be afraid John would not want to change any more diapers.
ReplyDeleteCrack me up!!! I can just imagine John's phobia...good thing you were there to help. Hopefully you didn't miss your appointment :)
ReplyDeletethanks for the laugh....these are the days that you look back at with great fondness! being a mommy sure is filled with some interesting experiences - but it's the best!
ReplyDelete