Explosive Mornings

Mornings usually go something like this...

Wake up, change Ryder, feed Ryder and then it is play time until Ryder gets tired and is ready for his morning nap.

It is a good routine. I like the routine. It usually goes really smoothly.

Usually.

The other morning, Ryder and I woke up and went to his nursery to change his diaper. It was quite full as he had just had a few bowel movements. I know better than to change it immediately after the first movement because he doesn't just have one, there is usually another one or two within 5-10 minutes.

I proceed to clean his little bottom up. Once I have his little bottom all fresh and clean, I move the old diaper out of the way and go to grab the new diaper.

That's when it happens. He have another bowel movement. And there is FORCE behind it. It shoots out of his little bootie at least two feet and hits the side of his cube shelves...and it keeps coming and coming.

I just stood there as it happened with my jaw dropped. I was in shock. I didn't know whether to laugh or wilt. Then it starts running down the side of the shelves toward the off white carpet. I quickly try to catch it in a baby wipe before it hits the carpet, but there was just too much...and as I start to look around, I realize that it hit WAY more than the shelves. 

So picture me with a hand on Ryder so that he doesn't roll off the changing pad and wiping poop off of the shelves, the wall, the air vent cover and down IN the air vent, his dresser and random splatters on the carpet.

It was crazy.

I don't think that Michael grasped exactly what I was telling him when I explained what happened. So, fast forward a week.

Michael was in the nursery with Ryder and I that morning. It was basically a repeat of the above story, BUT I had the genius idea to try and block the stream of poop shooting out of my dear boy with the diaper.

Big. Mistake.

Not only was it on the shelves, wall, carpet, air vent cover and dresser, it was on the glider's foot stool, the window, window seal, blinds and more. Ugh! Michael was in stunned silence. Again, I chose to laugh and started cleaning.

After I got everything cleaned up and Ryder changed, Michael was feeding Ryder a bottle of pumped milk, and I was pumping. I ran my fingers through my hair. I felt a couple of strands stuck together. I smelled them, but didn't smell anything. I then started feeling my hair on that side more and found a bigger clump of hair stuck together.

Oh no.

I smelled the larger clump of hair.

Yep.

Poop in my hair!

Lovely!

Of course, when I told Michael what was in my hair, he thought it was histerical and immediately called my Poopy Hair. Yep. We are mature like that around here.

Just one more way that my little baby boy has initiated me into being a Mommy. Before him, I guarantee you that I would NOT have handled having poop in my hair and sprayed across a room in my house so well. But, he's just so darn cute.

Don't you think? :)

So tell me...am I the only Momma who has been through this?