In the grand scheme of things having a child remove his diaper is not a horrible offense. It hasn't happened when they are poopie (yet) but of course there is still time.
One evening both boys needed new diapers and I was changing the Stuntman while the Engineer wandered around the first floor. He walked into the playroom held out his hand to his father and I and said, "poop."
AAAAAAACK!
OMG!
OMG!
OH! MY! GAWD!!!
Despite the fact that his pants were still on his hand was covered with the contents of his diaper, which was indeed poop.
Fortunately the kids are old enough now that we don't have to worry about them falling off the changing table. I left the Stuntman on the table, grabbed some wipes and cleaned his hand while hubby held it firmly away from anything that might require sanitizing.
It was weird though. Having poop contact my hand while changing a diaper never bothers me. This, however, sort of freaked me out.
Hubby was totally freaked out and headed toward panic.
It's been nearly two years of non-stop diaper changing and while he no longer gags when changing diapers he still gets easily frazzled.
Well, he gets easily frazzled anyway. Throw some poop into the mix and he heads toward berserk!
Tonight I had a cake to finish and I asked him if he thought he could handle bathing the boys while I worked. I mean, why not right?
I do it.
While working away in the kitchen I could hear the most amazing level of commotion going on upstairs including the unmistakable sound of at least one small child racing around the second floor.
Hmmmm... they were supposed to be in the tub.
At least they are still laughing.
Before long I am summoned to the second floor.
We've hit frazzled.
Seems that while dad was trying to get the diaper on the Stuntman, the Engineer decided to climb into the rocking recliner in the bedroom and release the contents of his bladder and then announced, "Pee pee!"
I hear hubby, "Oh no you didn't, oh no, you did! Honey! I need you up here he just peed in the recliner! You need to bring up some towels."
"The towels are in the linen closet next to you." I replied, desperately trying to hide the fact that I was laughing.
I finished what I was doing and ascended the stairs to find hubby STILL trying to get the diaper on the Stuntman and the Engineer, now empty, is racing around his bedroom enjoying the freedom that comes with being diaperless.
I grabbed the towels out of the closet, the Clorox wipes, headed into the bedroom and closed the door so I could clean without anyone trying to "help."
The pandemonium that went on on the other side of the door had me laughing so hard I was nearly crying.
The four funniest words I think I've ever heard were exclaimed by my hubby as I heard him yell, "STOP! Leave it on!" followed by the unmistakable sound of the tab on a diaper being pulled open and the Engineer releasing what could only be described as a victory scream.
I doubled over and my eyes filled with tears as I desperately tried not to laugh out loud.
I walked out into the hallway where the now once again naked child is racing around, hubby has bypassed frazzled and barreled right into berserk! I take one look at him and do what any loving wife would do and burst out laughing!
