Life is Like a Box of Chocolates

You never know what you are going to get. Good morning this Christmas Eve. I have a story to tell you. I put the boys down early last night and they slept really well until 8:30 am. Lucky me. Adon was up and wanted to play Star Wars "Dar Das" on the computer and a glass of milk. I went to check on Collin and the little clam was just kicking in his green pajama bag and happy in his bed. I picked him up and he was poopy. I had Collin in one arm and got Adon a glass of milk with the other arm. Smelling Collin, I figured it would be good to just put him in the tub. That was the best idea I had. I got the bath all ready for him and I unzipped the his pajama bag. Boy was that a mistake. Not only was Collin poopy, his diaper had failed. Now, I have been a CNA, a nurse, and a mother and I have seen many different disgusting things that people have done with their poop and at this time I was pretty grossed out. The boy kid was kicking and swimming in his poop. In every crevis, and between every toe, down his legs and up his back. Luckily he had his pajamas bag to keep it from going absolutely everywhere. And my wonderful little boy was just as happy as a clam the whole time, talking, and babbling, telling me all about it. So I just thanked him for the monstrosity that greeted me this Christmas Eve morning.