Accident Prone

Yesterday Steven took care of the yard work while Matt was taking his nap. Once Matt woke up he immediately heard the lawn mower and then spotted his daddy out the window slaving away. He of course wanted to join him outside. We got out there and Matt ran all over the place as usual saying hi to his two strollers in the garage and the boat and he then led me to the backyard. He quickly decided he wanted to swing and soon thereafter heard all the kids squealing and having a good time down at the pool. He pointed in that direction and said, "pahk!" for park. I told him what he was hearing was coming from the pool, and he then wanted out of the swing only to make his way over to the back gate and beg. I told him we had to go inside and put his swimsuit on before we could go down to the pool.

We came in and I gave him a bowl of snacks and his milk and went into his room to fetch the swim diaper and swim trunks. I took his wet diaper off and he immediately sprinted from me and positioned himself on the opposite side of the coffee table clutching his bowl and grinning. He bent at the waist and then even as it was happening I was in total disbelief: he POOPED! He darted off again and of course my first impulse was to get the mess off the carpet so I ran to the bathroom for a towel. I picked up the poo quickly and then ran to go dispose of it while leaving Matt still nude from the waist down eating his snacks and talking to the cat who was perched on the coffee table. I was flushing the waste when I heard whining coming from the living room that was in fact quickly escalating to tears. I thought maybe the cat had swatted at him since he was probably being harassed by Matthew. And then Matt was saying, "no, no...yucky! yucky!" I walked in there, and to my horror I saw poop littered all over the carpet and my son holding on to the coffee table and marching in place with disgust because he had poop on his feet. The cat was circling, and Steven was still outside. I didn't even know what to do. How did he get it all over the place? Was he walking while pooping? Seriously. And how could he have gone that much? I had just cleaned up a sizeable amount! Ugh. So, I used a towel to try and get it off his feet but he was squirming and it inevitably ended up all over me so we headed straight for the tub and stripped. Matthew was frantic at the idea of a bath so he cried through the whole cleansing process and all I could think about was how in the world was I going to get those stains out of the carpet and had the cat stepped in it by now and spread it out even more and where the heck was Steven??? Matt & I were drying off and Steven walked in. Steven was able to wrangle Matt while I set to work on the mess on the floor. I never want to have to do that again. I've learned that Matthew needs immediate diaper replacement and is NOT to be trusted to run around in the buff. That morning he peed on the bathroom floor right after his bath before I could get the diaper on him. So yeah...we've had our first run-in with poop and somehow I feel it won't be our last.

We did finally make it down the pool, and Matt quite enjoyed himself.