The pooping bandit

Warning, this is a nasty one.

Last night after dinner Abby took her own diaper off for the first time.

K was on the couch and mentioned it to me.

I looked over and giggled, it was pretty funny.

She was so proud of herself!

Two seconds later I look down and see that she is squating down and she POOPED!

Shocking!

Not so funny anymore.

I squeal something to K along the lines of:

Honey! Abby just pooped on the floor!

No, way really!?!

Yes, she just squated on the floor and pooped!

I asked K to diaper her again since I was cleaning up the poop.

{Thank goodness for hardwood floors!}

But he got distracted.

A few seconds later I hear:
Honey, it smells like poop still.

Well, maybe it's because she just pooped???

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No, honey it really smells like poop still.

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OH MY GOODNESS, DANNA! THE BABY HAS POOP ON HER FACE!
WHAT!?!

Yes, folks, our darling little princess pooped on the floor again!

Then, played in it and smeared it on herself.

Yuck!

K starts freaking out about her having poop on herself.

So I am trying to clean her off while trying to make sure that she doesn't get it on anything else while K starts cleaning up her new mess.

This time we were not so lucky, homegirl pooped on the rug.

After pivoting in circles for several seconds I finally ask K to help hold her still so I can wipe the majority of it off of her so I can get her in the tub.

Yuck.

Finally, in the tub and clean all seems well and under control.

Bedtime routine proceeds, no big deal.

K and I watch a movie together.

All is well and idylic.

That is until I brush my teeth before going to bed.

I then notice the dried poop on my shirt.

To be honest, it didn't faze me.

I think after dealing with children's bodily fluids for this long, ehhh, no biggie.

K however was completely grossed out.

I may or may not have chuckled about that one.

Never a dull moment in the house of cupcakes.