So, Jack and I were working outside during nap time and after an hour of sweating our a**es off when we heard screaming crying! I ran upstairs to an open door to the kids room, so I thought William was crying because Tre came out to play and didn't close the door behind him. That happens a lot. Tre wakes up earlier than William, comes out, forgets to close the door again and William gets upset because he likes the door closed.
Anyway, that is NOT what happened. I go in the room to find William screaming, diaperless and covered in POOP! The stinker had taken his diaper off, pooped, and smeared it EVERYWHERE! It was on the floor, it was smeared on the slats of the crib, it was smeared all over the bumper pad and clumps were on his sheets. He even had it all over him. I quickly screamed for Jack's help. Jack started working on the room and I bathed William.
When I came back in to help Jack, I couldn't stand it! Does that make me a terrible mother. I kept gagging and just couldn't handle it! AND THAT, my friends, is yet another reason the Stewart family could never have a dog. I can't even pick up my own child's poop much less a dogs!
Dogs are easier than kids!!!!!! They don't play in their own poop :)
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