Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Oh what a Sh%$#y Day

Remember when I got the little guy up from nap with the nose bleed and thought it was poop? Well, I wish this time it was a nose bleed. Uh, nope! It was poop. As in smeared all over his freakin' frackin' arms and legs. He just looked up at me and said, "I poopy."

No kidding kid.

After boiling him in water and then dousing him with Clorox, I recovered. Which means, I had a beer. or two.

Now, I am in need of some love and want to hear your favorite parenting moments. The ones that you think are hilarious when it happens to someone else, yet not so funny when it's you..... I'm waiting. Spill it.

16 comments:

Mama SeWELL said...

I just posted some pics. of KC covered in dirt....I know that doesnt compare at all though. This is a scary thought, I havent had any of these poopy moments quite yet.
I hope today is a good day!

Swoozie said...

Ugh---what a S#@%**Y morning!

Horror stories? Here's mine: I once got a FACE-FUL of newborn poop courtesy of my daughter when she was 4 weeks old. I was closer to her lower half than anyone with a brain would ever be(!!) since I was looking at her little rash and BLAMMO! GOTCHA!
Then I boiled my face and threw some Clorox on, well, you know the routine........

Alicia said...

Oh, I have many moments. I'm sure you've already read my post on the time I had to call poison control because my daughter drank liquid potpourri. Then there was this other time when I was trying to take a bath. (Because you know those are so hard to do when you have 3 small children.) My son, who was only a year old and still in his crib, was crying. I told his sisters, who were 5 and 4 at the time, to distract him, play with him, so that I could finish my bath. They gave him a black crayon. A non-washable black crayon. We have white walls. 'Nough said.

Jean said...

A good poop story is always the ace. I believe those have permanently been erased from memory. I did give my oldest an over dose of cough medicine and made him really out of it when visiting the grandparents. That was years ago when he was a baby. I'm such a more competent mother than that now. Narf!

Tiffany @ Paging Doctor Mommy said...

I would vomit!

Kameron said...

I brought my son into work while I was on maternity leave. As soon as I handed him to my co-worker I heard it...the sound of an explosion. It went all the way up his back and I had to change his whole outfit on my desk. It was so gross and I didn't even have a plastic bag with me so I wrapped his whole outfit in a clean diaper and stuck it in the diaper bag. I hate poop.

Bonnie said...

Everyday right now is a challenge.

Think, supper cooking, kids fighting, baby crying, dog howling and me standing in my bathrobe barefoot, hair in curlers.

Yup.

Danielle (Life with the Hewitt Family) said...

You have heard of projectile Vomit, right? Have you heard of newborn projectile poop? Neither had we until we witnessed it...we didn't think it would shoot out...we were more worried about keeping the other part covered!

Karen said...

Oh so many to choose from. But I'll go with my favorite poop story. Hey you started it!
My oldest was about 18 months yelling for mommy from her crib. When I went to get her she had taken off her diaper and had something in her hand she wanted to give to me. Had I taken a moment to think about it I wouldn't have stuck my hand out for her present. Yep, nice little nugget of poop, just for me. LOL!

Nikki B. said...

oh man...i have so many. mostly about jack.

he did the poop thing, too. he smeared it all over himself, in the carpet, on the walls...it's why we had to potty train him at barely 2 years old.

the time when he was barely 2 and escaped out of the backyard, went down the alley, across a street and was climbing a ladder to the 2nd story of a new house that was being built!!

or, the time when he was about 26 months old and we arrived at red river, nm to see my sister. i was taking pics of lily by the river and looked up to see jack face up, eyes wide, floating down the river...very quickly!!

we did good for a while...then, he was nearly arrested a couple of weeks ago!!

AJ and Miranda said...

Our day home with our first baby boy. My husband was freaking out in the bedroom screaming for a towel. I come in with one paper towel to find runny poo all over the changing table, up the wall (and down subsiquently) all over the newspaper the hospital gave us from the day of his birth, and of course all over my husband. I am laughing so hard as he looks at me with my one paper towel and says "what am I supposed to do with that?!?!?!?!".

whereismymind said...

HA! I have too many of these to name... Sounds like you had a gooood time. Drink some more beer!

Nicole said...

Remember when they were babies and they had those awful exploding diapers???!!! Well my oldest had the worst one ever, in the doctors office waiting room. Yup he had yellow slime all over the inside of his clothes and it was ooozing out of the neck of his onsie. Being a first time mom I didnt have a flippin clue how to get him undressed and cleaned up. I did my best and he ended up with poop on his face, hair and all over me. I went thru all of the wipes in his bag and still didnt have enough. It was awful. I have all kinds of those stories. My middle child came home from the hospital and did a Meconium dump and we went through all of the diapers in the bag before he finished (in about 10 minutes). My third one rocket launched poop in my face when he was a week old. I could go on and on and on!!!!

Musings of the Mrs. said...

My favorite parenting moments are the ones like this, that I read on the internet. Although, when I have my own, I am not sure I'm going to love cleaning up poopy arms and legs. Its funny when its you though.

Melissa said...

Oh my I loved reading through all these comments...I can't think of any to add to them but I sure do hope the day went a bit better! You sure make me laugh!

AnneYarbs79 said...

While I have been fortunate enough to not have any poopy-related drama, my girlfriend on the other hand, had her 18 month old at the time take the entire contents of her diaper and use it to cover herself from head to toe- we are talking under her toenails it was so awful!!!...This was bad enough- what was worse was that she had gone into wake her up because the insurance medical tech guy was at thier house trying to take thier blood, their vitals, etc... She couldn't think of how to tell her husband about what she had found in front of him and resorted to tears, and the now famous phrase among us: "CODE BROWN!"

Bless your heart.