What the "Poop"

It's been quite the poopy mess at our house...literally. For the past 4 days (and counting), Emmett has had a major blow-out. And I mean major. I've never seen anything like it. We are assuming it's because of the antibiotics he was on and he is just clearing out his system. Needless to say it's been quite comical around here lately. 

It all started Friday morning. I was getting ready to leave the house. I pick up Emmett and my arm is suddenly wet. I look down and realize it's poop. Then I look at him and it's all over him. Up his front, up his back, and on his bottom. Of course I was in a hurry and needed to be somewhere. I hurried and placed him on the changing table. It was so bad that no matter how hard I tried, there was no way of getting his clothes off without smearing the stuff all over his body. That's exactly what happened. The worst of it got on his feet. It was everywhere! And of course I am pretty much gagging the whole entire time and he was laughing at me and smiling his cute little innocent smile. Then as I reach to grab about the 40th wipe, he decides to kick his feet and I am not kidding you, poop was flung everywhere...on me and all over the walls. I tried my best to clean him and me and the walls up as best as I could and then I quickly left the house and had to drop him off at grandma's. I later learned I really didn't do a very good cleaning job and grandma was the fortunate one to clean him up some more. When I got home that night and Nate and I are laughing at the events of the morning, I notice a black spot on Emmett's wall and ask Nate if that is a dent. He reached over and touched it and laughed and said it was not a dent, it was poop. Oh goodness. 

 I think Nate finally really believed my tale that morning and realized it was not an ordinary poopy diaper.

The same exact incident happened the next day (Saturday). We were meeting Brady and Amber at the park with little Benson and as I grabbed Emmett out of the car I realized he had done it again. Luckily Nate was with me and we were able to spread a blanket on the grass and strip the little kid. Again about 40+ wipes were used in the process. Now his little cousin says "Emmett messy poop." You are definitely right Benson.

On Sunday I was prepared. Or so I thought. There was 10 minutes left of church and Emmett starts to grunt. So I immediately pick him up and carry him to the Mother's lounge before anything happens. While I am carrying him the poop is seriously leaking out of his clothes onto my arms and onto my clothes. Seriously?  It was quite the process cleaning him up and of course he decides to cry while there are 2 other moms in the lounge trying to get their babies to sleep. As I am cleaning up the mess one of the mom's says to her little baby (as Emmett is crying), "I know you are trying to sleep." Really? I wanted to say, "Do you want me to leave and clean his messy bum on the kitchen counter? Would that be more convenient for you?" It all turned out and I held my tongue but couldn't hold back the gagging reflex.

I haven't used Shout N' Spray so much in all my life. It's very convenient I might add. But really how can you get mad at the cute little guy when he looks like this about 99% of the time?!