The Salsa and The Poop

Ever have one of those days where if you don't laugh about it (in the midst of it), you will just cry? Today was one of those days. Overall, it wasn't a horrible day, but some things happened today that really test you as a parent. Things that fall into the "stuff" happens category, the things that you don't have much control over, and if you get upset about, you will just eventually make yourself crazy. These are the things I am learning to just let go about, which is good considering I am such a control freak.

First: The Salsa

We were at a friends house (thankfully they have hardwood floors in the area where the incident occurred) visiting. I was trying to eat some soup, so Timo had Raymond and Dario was on the floor playing. Dario made to head for the cat food, so Timo tried to lean down and get him away from the food while holding Raymond. This put Ray within reach of a nice big bowl of - you guessed it - medium salsa. Tip - right over all over brother and Daddy. Ray only got a very small spot of salsa on himself. Thankfully, Dario didn't get much on his head - but his back, and pants were completely covered. What did Mommy do first? Go grab her cell phone to take a picture.

Now: The Poop

Boys have been in their seats eating dinner. At one point during dinner, Dario's face turned a nice shade of crimson and he uttered some "rrr, grr, grrunt" sounds, indicating some bowel action. Post-dinner, Daddy takes Dario to his room and sets him in his crib while he gets diapering supplies ready. Dario stands up in the crib, and POOP falls out of his pants leg. Oops! How did that happen? Mind you, I'm on the phone with my sister in the other room at the time. Somehow, poop got in BOTH of the boys' cribs, BOTH boys stepped in the poop with their Robeez shoes on, and Ray jumped around in his crib with poo on his shoes for awhile, making little poo shoeprints all over his cribsheet. Did I mention I just changed their sheets 2 days ago? My first notice of the situation is Timo coming into our bedroom, saying "I NEED YOUR HELP. Please get off the phone. Now." Boys are stripped down, put in the bath, Daddy supervises them playing while I dispose of poopy diapers, set aside poopy (and seperate, salsa filled) clothes for soaking later, change crib sheets, and put crib sheets in the wash. Then it's to the bathroom to wash boys and get them ready for bed.

After all that, they were an hour late getting to bed, and they didn't even utter a whimper before falling straight to sleep (after storytime).