See that.... my daughter now officially belongs to the above mentioned group of Poo Smearing Monkeys.
I know... I wasn't sure whether I should post about this. But then I thought why not. It gave me a bit of a giggle (after the fact) and although I took a photo to prove to Dal what I dealt with today, I am NOT going to post any photos here. Because that would be crossing the line.
I can talk about poo, but I refuse to show you what I am talking about.
Following a nice 2.5 hour nap today, LQ woke up and played around in her crib for a bit. In the time it took for me to realise that she had woken she had done a number two, used her new "nappy-taking-off" skills and played in her own filth.
I was only made aware of her play time when I heard a squeal of delight come from behind the closed door. I can only imagine that squeal came the moment she rubbed her hands from one end of her bedding to the other.
The moment I walked through the door, LQ looked up and uttered a loud "UH OH!". Uh Oh indeed. I had no idea what she was uh-ohing about until I moved closer to her crib and found the devastation. Panic threatened to overtake my emotions. I had just finished thinking how perfectly the day had gone so far and then I was challenged with this. I couldn't believe it. My child doesn't do this sort of thing. Maybe a child that is completely neglected would do this sort of thing, but not my LQ.
Back to reality, I took a moment to regroup and said to LQ "Now let's think about this for a moment. What needs to be done first." RUN.... RUN as fast as you can to the bathroom with child.
I am proud of how I handled the situation. There was some dry heaving that I pulled through and upon further investigation the mess was found to be quite contained (thank heaven for small mercies). And for once, I had the sane reasoning that THIS situation was beyond my realm of control and I should not feel at all guilty about it. It was at that point of self realisation that I got a fit of giggles.