Last week Kingston woke up whining after napping for only an hour. I told Anderson to leave him alone, because he would go back to sleep (he usually sleeps for 2-3 hours). But the whining didn’t stop, so I finally went to check on him and wished I hadn’t. When I opened his door I was almost knocked out by the smell of poop. So I quickly closed the door and yelled for Anderson. He has THE weakest stomach, but I was NOT going in alone. Our perfect little angel had pooped, taken off his diaper and used it to finger paint himself, his bedding, his crib, his toys, the walls. The stuff of nightmares, people!
Anderson couldn’t stop gagging; I couldn’t stop laughing.