Sh*t Shenanigans!!

There is no other way to describe this week in history that I now refer to as the week of "Sh*t Shenanigans". The week started with Lily pooping in the tub when Nini (Auntie Liela) was giving the kids a bath. If you have never experienced the after effects of a child pooping in the tub it is no fun, no fun at all. Add to that there are two other kiddos in the tub that now also have to be dealt with. Here's how you do it:

1. Quick, get everyone out of the tub, but keep all three toddlers on the bath mat, don't let them touch each other, don't let them put their hands in their mouth.
2. Take all wet, gross babies to another bathroom across the house and put in the shower one at a time (keep your eyes on the other two!) and rinse/wash babies off (PS-everyone is crying now).
3. Then diaper and dress babies as usual.
4. Then take everyone downstairs where they will cry for you at the top of their lungs till you get back to them after dealing with the original bath water and ...ahem.. other stuff.

So the next day Faye finds a lone dog poo in the yard steps in it and starts to cry looking at her dirty shoe. I see her crying and looking at her shoe from across the yard, quickly I see what happened and feel relief that she doesn't like it and is frozen in place....until I start to run to her. Dang it! "Poo-poo??" she said as she reached down for her shoe. "DON'T TOUCH, FAYE-FAYE, DON'T TOUCH!!" me -running at warp speed now. Too late. I pick her up holding the offending arm and leg far away from me to head inside. At this point she is probably thinking she is in the worst trouble because she starts to do some sort of double-gainer pike flip to get out of my arms and when she goes to no-bones-jelly baby I lose grip just a little, but just enough. Now my arm has dog poo on it. It may have taken a full hour to get everything cleaned up properly.

THAT SAME DAY. I am so ready for nap time and happy that it is here. Everyone up to their cribs, storytime, and night-night. I hear a lot of playing but I am tired and now I want to shower. Jump in the shower, get out and still hear playing. Okay put some clothes on and go in and check. As I am walking down the hall I hear Faye "Poo-Poo? Poo-Poo?" I think (hope against all hope) that she is just thinking about what happened earlier. I open the door and look at Faye, she is naked from the waist down. Uh oh. I get to her crib and see her diaper. Empty. Hmm, she looks pretty clean...but I do smell poop. Cue Lily next door crib: "Poo-Poo?" I turn my head and see my lovely daughter holding something out to me. I don't need to say it do I? Yes, apparently Faye took off her diaper, took out the ...ahem...contents and handed them to Lily over the crib rails...who of course accepted the gift!

Later that week Jack had a blow out and some other poo-related event occurred but I cannot really remember it as I just started blacking things out from the week known as "Sh*t Shenanigans". Thankfully, the weeks since have been far less eventful. So far anyway.

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