So, we're sitting in sacrament meeting, during the sacrament, when Eric turns to me with a "get this baby off of me" face. He had felt a warmth. And let me tell you that it wasn't a warm and fuzzy feeling inside from a nice meeting! I whisk Tate away to the mother's lounge, careful not to let his backside touch me. Halfway there I realize that his frontside is contaminated, too! So, I have a nice wet spot on my chest, but it's repairable with some wipes. Eric's pants are beyond repair (soaked clear thru to the undies!) and he heads home to change. After the ordeal I go sing in the choir and I don't think anyone noticed the wet splotch on my shirt. Or maybe they were too polite to say anything. Eric made it back in time to listen to the choir. His speed is quite amazing in running, clothes changing, and eating.
Anyway, chalk that one up in your memories, with the poop throwing incident in the crib last week, of stories to tell Tate in front of his dates in the future! Yes, we will traumatize this poor child =)
3 comments:
Have you tried changing his diaper more than once a day?
I love Tyler's comment. That would be awful to have to change your clothes because you got pooed on...pee I can handle, but poo, no way. I got peed on the other day...by Carter, who wasn't watching where he was aiming and hit the bowl which then splashed onto me in my dry clean only church dress...lesson learned...no dry clean only dresses. I'm so glad you are blogging!!! Tater's is the cutest.
Nice story Shel' -- you might want to explain D&C 121:3 to Tate. Make sure he knows that's not how to move your bowels with compassion.
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