It all started when I was going to meet my little sister, Rosie at the Suppose quilt store in Preston, ID...While waiting, I thought I would check out their solid collection for this quilt I want to make in the near future...The Mona Lisa...wouldn't it be fun to have some fine art and enjoy making it in the process???
The store had the following solids for my quilt, but I need to get about 10 more colors...After I completed the fabric hunt for solids, my sister, Rosie, arrived and we went to go on a search and destroy mission for their scraps by the pound..(we needed some fresh scraps for our scrap quilts). My daughter, Leah came up to me and said, Mom, I need help. Cooper (grandbaby) has had a blowout. Luckily we were prepared and went to the restroom to remedy the situation. He was covered in poop all over his onesies and his outfit...and I proceeded to clean him up. I just got the new diaper under him when he lifted his little legs and fired like a missile and it shot all over me hitting me all over the front of my shirt and down my pants and on my shoes...we were just getting him cleaned up again and a new diaper inserted when the missile went off again. By this time, Rosie came to assist as we were laughing hysterically. 4 or 5 diapers later, wiped out of baby wipes, a change from skin out on the baby, cleaning up the bathroom, running my shirt under water to remove the carnage and trying to wipe the destruction from my pants and shoes, we purchased our bag of scraps and fabric and left for our 1/2 hour drive home...Our biggest regret is that we didn't have the camera handy in the bathroom---but trust me, a memory that will not be soon forgotten...I had 4 children with their occasional bathroom stories, but nothing like this little one...he takes the cake. He is the loaded weapon...I will have to be more prepared next time we take an outing with him...
This is the precious culprit last Sunday in his church clothes--could he look more innocent???
A shot of some of the carnage on my pants taken in the car on the ride home...my shirt was soaking wet...A very handy tip for anyone in similar situations...Hydrogen Peroxide works wonders on protein stains such as blood and especially poop. I have a bottle at home that I have a spray nozzle attached to. I gave everything a really good soaking, let sit a minute and then used liquid hand soap to rub out all the stains...It all came out lovely...Such a nice ending to the disaster at hand!!! Moral of the story--be like a Boy Scout and always be prepared!!!
6 comments:
Oh my goodness! And a stinky ride home, I suspect! This will be a story you will have to tell him a few times as he gets older! My kids always love the horror stories of things they did as a baby :)
Oh, the stories that come with children! It's a good thing you chose to laugh! He does look like a little sweet thing when he's all dressed.
Mary, that has got to be the best story I've heard for a long time. It had me laughing and reminiscing! Have a great Sunday too!
I haven't had that good of a laugh in a very long time!! Bless your hearts, at least you were able to get your fabric, before having to leave!
Well, he beat all 4 of my children, too. Always take a change of clothes when that child is with you.
Gross.
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