Decision Making

So today has been a little different than normal... First of all, I didn't give Enoch his normal bath this morning before bible study. The neckrolls weren't reeking, the hair wasn't too oily, nothing was built up behind the ears. He was pretty much still clean. So no bath. Decision made.

Then, when he slept through the 1st half of bible study and ate through the 2nd half, I decided that the timing would be perfect for making a quick w-mart trip while he napped. And it was. (This has been about the only good decision so far.)

After we got home, little man was so hungry that I left the groceries in the car in order to feed him faster. I mean technically it IS colder outside than it is in my fridge, so you could say that I was saving energy, which would've been a half way good decision, but I didn't actually decide to do it for that reason, so it doesn't count.

Anyway, after I fed Enoch and got him asleep in the big boy crib, I decided to unpack the mom van so that I didn't leave the groceries in there overnight accidentally (though that would have really saved us some energy). On the last trip in I accidentally slammed the door, and since little man isn't quite so used to the big boy crib, it startled him out of sleep. Then he realized where he was- alone on a hard mattress staring at the bars in his jail cell, or at least that's what his cries sounded like he had realized. So since it was basically time for him to eat again, I decided to rescue him (that's what Hugh & I like to call it).

Groceries on the table.

Mom to the rescue.

Eating great.

Falls asleep.

Enter the usual diaper change that wakes him up so that he can finish the other half of his meal and then play... only not so usual.

When I took off his diaper, I noticed that he had pooped. This was so relieving because he hadn't had much diaper action all morning, which was a little concerning since he has just started sleeping through the night and diaper action is one way to tell that little man is still getting enough to eat. So concerned mom is no longer as concerned. Whew! :)

WARNING:: the faint of heart should stop reading now....

So as I started wiping his butt, a few farts came out. Not wet ones though, so I was safe.

Throw the wipe awayand put the new diaper down, just in time for a few wet ones. Wet farts usually mean poop, so I grabbed a cloth wipe to clean up the mess and "catch" whatever else came out. As soon as I put the cloth wipe in place, sure enough he fired out a shot of poop. Poop that the wipe caught though, so the new diaper was still clean. Success.

BUT... not even a split second after the shot of poop, a fountain of pee shot 10" up and started spraying everything in sight. Shirt, diaper, legs, feet, changing pad, everything.

You know how when something unexpected happens and it takes you a few seconds to respond? Yeah, it happens to me too. I finally pulled the other end of the diaper up and over the fountain to stop it, thus ruining the new diaper I had been trying to salvage. :)

When I thought it was safe, I pulled the diaper back to survey the damage. Not too bad... definitely makes a concerned mom feel much better...

BAM- another shot fired. Much bigger this time though. All concerns about diaper action have now been washed away as far as the Mississippi. Now I just need to figure out how to recover. Oh, but wait, another fountain.

This is what remained...

So at this point I decided that there is no recovery other than a bath. Unfortunately, we're in the mid-feeding diaper change, so little man is still hungry. Plan: diaper, eat, bath, clothes, nap, groceries.

Sounds oh-so simple.

I decided to throw a tiny cloth diaper on little man "just in case" (saving the big ones that we're actually using for later). After about 2 minutes of Enoch chowing down, I realize that the tiny cloth diaper really doesn't cover all that much.

Oh well, that's okay. Surely he just pooped & peed everything out of his not-so-tiny body.

NOT.

Sure enough, he peed right through that cloth diaper onto the blanket I had him semi-wrapped in and onto my jeans. :(

But then he gave me this face and everything was okay...

After eating, I readied the babytub, filled it with water, put in the quite dirty little man, and prepared to wash. Sure enough though, that fountain was STILL not done.

Bath water contaminated.

Emptied and refilled the babytub while holding a wet sixteen pound dirty boy... groceries still staring at me from the table...

And then we finished the plan: eat, bath, clothes, nap, groceries. And might I say that after all that action, Enoch slept great in the big boy crib while I did the groceries, laundry, kitchen, and a little picking up. What a great little man!