Disgusting!

And please keep in  mind, that when I say disgusting, I am speaking from the perspective of a mother of two children under 4 years old...therefore, disgusting is going to involve something mushy and directly having to do with the body.

So, here we go.

Clara, as I have said before, is a really easy baby.  Even with all of her ear issues, her main reasons for fussing involve being hungry, poopy or really tired.

I was just getting ready to start making dinner -- chicken, cheese and mushroom quesadillas with refried beans if you please.  I had Clara playing in the other room, after being fussy for a little while.  I had Greta drawing pictures, after being under my feet for quite a while.  Chris was working on the thresholds of the doorways to finish off the kitchen.  My point is, all was good, everyone was occupied and I could get started.

No sooner had I turned on the stove burner, when Greta lets out a blood curdling cry.  It sounded like pain, my mind raced.  She was just writing with a pen...I didn't hear a bump...did Clara bite her, that's never happened before...is there blood, could she have gotten some scissors...what could be wrong?  It's like a million scenarios all in one, lives flashing before my eyes, first aid strategies rolled through my brain....

In 5 large strides I'm in front of Greta.  She's standing there, with her arms and hands outstretched to the side, if she hadn't been screaming it would've looked like she had just finished the latest dance routine for the Rockettes.  Clara was sitting on the floor busily inspecting a piece of paper.  Wait a minute, I thought.  What is that?  Directly in Greta's lap, did Greta throw up?  Oh no, my mind said "that's so gross, I do not want to clean up" at the same time it was saying, "oh poor Greta".  (Trust me, all of this only took like 30 seconds max!)  

And then, it hit me.  And I really started laughing.  And Greta started crying louder. 

 And I look from Greta, to Clara and noticed that the stuff on Greta's lap is distinctly baby-bum shaped.

  And as I look to Clara, there it is.  The rest of the poop like The Blob oozing out of her diaper and up her back.  I guess Greta went over to try to pick her up, and ended up with a lapful.  Oh it was terribly disgusting, and the clean up was tricky, but I have to admit I laughed the entire time.  Chris wasn't quite as amused as I was, and Greta was definitely stressed by the whole thing.

And so, if I had just taken a moment to think about the three reasons why Clara was fussy, this wouldn't have happened.  By hindsight is always 20/20, and in this case, the hindsight was pretty darn funny.  

And disgusting, I told you.  

Now I must go finish the laundry.