This morning we all slept in a little later than usual due to a VBS-induced coma. I was sitting at my desk getting ready for work. Nora walks in at 7:57am smiling and carrying a stuffed animal. I greet her and lean down to give her a hug.
When I put my cheek against her head, I feel that it is wet. Wondering why her hair is wet first thing in the morning, I pull back and look. What do I find there? Poop! Poop matted in her hair! How? I still don't know! 98% of the poop was in her diaper. 1% on the bed and 1% in her hair!
Mommy shudders. I immediately took her in and cleaned her up, but instead of putting on a fresh diaper, I stripped her down and started some bath water. Oh, and washed my face.
Then I walked into the bedroom (with NR trailing behind--I didn't leave her alone with the bath water) and said to Zach, who was wishing he was still asleep, "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Nora needs a bath before daycare. She had poop in her hair."
He got up and gave her a bath and got her ready and I timed in to work 2 minutes late. So goes life with a toddler, I suppose!