And Least Poop Wasn't All Over the Crib

This morning, the Pookie woke up and played in his crib for a while, like he does the majority of his mornings. (This is such an unbelievable phenomena in our house, since the Pumpkin NEVER did that.)

The Pumpkin was already awake, so she and I went to the nursery door to go get him up and out of the crib. Not only does the Pumpkin love to go get him (and has before gone in without me before I was ready to get him), but she knows the routine. On our way down the hall, she said, "I'll open the door, and you get Pookie out and change his diaper and then he and I can go play!"

So she opened the door... and...

That baby was in the middle of getting naked! For the first time ever, he had unzipped his sleeper and was pulling his arms out of it. For a second, I thought, how cute! But then I realized that his boy parts were hanging out of the front, unzipped part.

Um, where was his diaper?

That's went I realized the normal routine, which the Pumpkin had outlined so nicely, was going to change. Instead of the normal pick-up, hug and squeeze, and cheek kisses I usually give him first thing in the morning, I had to carry him awkwardly to the changing table to better assess the daiperless situation.

I was especially worried about his peeing outside the diaper, in his sleeper, in the crib and possibly on me while I carried him. At least, I was worried about that... until... I smelled the poop.

Once I smelled the poop and realized his diaper was pushed down one leg of his sleeper, I hurriedly carried him even more awkwardly straight into the bath tub. When I stripped the sleeper off of him, I found the poop. I big ball of it at the bottom of a leg of the sleeper.

Seriously gross.

Oh, I also found poop smeered all over the inside of the sleeper, all over his (adorable little baby) bottom and all down one of his legs. Surprisingly, none was on his hands--and I worked hard to keep it that way.

I had to wipe him down with multiple wipes, then spray him off with the shower nozzle, soap him all up and wash him off again. He was not thrilled about the shower nozzle, even though it's hand-held so I was able to direct it below his head while he stood there. Actually, he was not happy about the whole thing.

But once he was cleaned up, toweled off, diapered, dressed and snuggled, he was in a great mood and ready to play with his sister!

So what the heck happened? I just don't know. Was a diaper mishap that caused the poop to get outside of the diaper, so he started taking his sleeper off because it was uncomfortable? Was it because he was taking his sleeper off that the poop fell out of the diaper? Did he unzip his sleeper, push his diaper around and off, then the poop fell out so he tried to get out of his sleeper?

The boy does love putting his hands down his pants and inside his diaper. Unfortunately, he still puts his hands in his mouth a lot, and that's why he wears a sleeper to bed! (And onsies to school under his clothes!)

You know what? I'm going to stop trying to analyze it, unless it happens again. If it happens again, I'll have to evaluate the sleepers--maybe find ones that zip in the back or something. Let's call it a freak diaper incident. It's just another poop story to add to the list.

It wasn't so bad, as poop stories go. But did I mention that I hadn't even had my coffee yet?