A very 'poopy' greeting

A few mornings ago I woke up at my normal time, showered and began dressing.  Just as I finished putting my shirt in place, there was a frantic and panicked, "Mooooooommmmm!" from a younger female resident, who is flying down the stairs.

Seeing as I am rather undramatic by nature (I don't know why God did not see fit to pass on this trait, but that is not for today), I simply responded, "yes?"

J quickly informed me, while out of breath and with bulging eye-balls, that S had poop all over her hand, her belly, her crib, and was putting her hand in her mouth.

Oh goody. Good morning, my busy household!  Now, S did something similar a few days prior after her lunch, but I had hoped she might have been cured seeing as she gagged on her poopy fingers...apparently not.

"OK, I'm coming.  I am going to hang up my towel and then I will be right there."  Upstairs I hear a very earnest reassurance to T, by J, that I will be right upstairs. 

As I climb the stairs the situation greets my nose first.  So I hasten to begin the removal of the stench.

Seriously, how do you get a child, who can stand, out of a crib without being touched by their hands?  I am fairly certain it isn't possible!  Then it becomes a question of strategic planning as to how to clean so that one does not actually mess more areas up than were already soiled...First step:  wash the child's back and hands.  Second: lay them down...so on and so forth.

I cleaned up the mess and decided that this incidence should not be repeated, if at all possible.

So, I took the opportunity of my mom coming to visit that day to go and find many 24 month onesies at the second-hand store. 

S is very sad to have 'lost' her belly, which was one of her first words, but I am very pleased to have 'locked' up the poop. 

And as an added bonus she now eats her meals with a shirt on!  (she was a pro at undressing at the most opportune moments)