Let me tell you something that happened the other day. It was one of those moments where I so wish I would have had my video recorder handy.
I was in the other room and my husband was changing Lucas’ diaper. All of a sudden…
BAAAAAAAAAABE!! BABE! BABE! You’ve got to come in here!! OH MY GOSH!
WHAAAAAAATTTTT??! I scream as I’m running towards him. I had thought maybe Hercules just jumped through the window or the crib was on fire or something.
It was poop. A bowel movement situation. My kid’s.
Look at it! EWWW! Gross! Help me out! It’s like the consistency of your peanut butter!
People, I LOVED this moment. Seeing my husband changing our sons diaper. Ah, it was magical.
He ask, Can you help me! It’s getting on my hands! I need you to hold his leg or something.
Let me tell you, it really wasn’t bad. At all. I have dealt with much worse.
So I am standing there with glee. No honey, you got it. You’re doing great. What do you think I do everyday? My fairy friends are only here on Tuesday and Thursdays. The other days? It’s just me and my two hands!
YOU CAN DO IT! RAH RAH GO FIGHT WIN!
I was hyperventilating I was laughing so hard. I was wheezing. You probably had to have been there, but it was funny.
We’ve got to figure out some sort of system to get the poop off these diapers! I need to wash my hands! SICK SICK!
Honey darling. It’s just poop.
Have your husbands every done this?
I guess when you’re a mom you just learn to deal with poop. And the two hands given to you.