Poopfest 2006

 Do these babies somehow have poop diaper radar? It seems time and time again they finish their “business” so I/Jeff begin to change their diapers and they realize that they are not yet done. It’s almost as if they are doing it on purpose - trying to play trickster babies with mommy and daddy.

 Today’s episode: I’m burping Heaten and feel something warm and wet on my hand. I look down and see that there is dookie all over his back, soaked through his clothes and now on my hand. I put him on the changing table and begin to change his diaper. The poop diaper radar kicks in and BAM! apparently he is not done going so now there is not only poop all over his back, it’s now on his feet, legs, changing table and my hand. I begin cleanup with a fresh new diaper, but nooooo, he’s not yet done. Diaper #1 now dirty. I grab another diaper, wait a couple of minutes and begin the process over. I finally get the poop cleaned off of him, the changing table, and my hand and the next thing you know there is a stream of pee shooting up into my freshly washed and blowdryed hair (and if you knew the drama it takes to wash AND blow straight my hair you would realize the pain of pee in it). Diaper #2 now dirty. I finally get diaper #3 on him and as I pick him up to finish his burp WHAM! the spitup flies from his mouth all over my clean shirt. Finally, he is fed, burped and changed with no poop in sight. Whew.

  Shenzie’s turn. She must have felt left out and wanted to play in the poopfest too. She grunts, she groans, she stinks. From past experience I know not to rush to change her because of course she won’t be done doing her dirty business. I get her bottle ready and proceed to feed her all the while holding back the gag because that little girl STINKS something fierce. Thirty minutes pass - let me repeat that - THIRTY MINUTES. You’d think she would be done by now right? Oh so wrong you’d be. I take her to the freshly cleaned changing table, take her diaper off, clean the stink mess, get a fresh diaper put under her and WHAM! let the fresh flow of poop commence all over the clean diaper, the table, her legs, and my hand. Oh wait, there’s more - the pee wants to join in all over her clothes and the table. I wait a couple of minutes to make sure she’s done and clean up the new mess, put a fresh diaper under her, just finish getting her in fresh clean clothes and hear a sound that makes me want to cry. Once again I clean her, put a fresh diaper on and run away so if she goes again I can’t hear it or smell it. Bad mommy. Luckily they are both now sleeping so I can finish cleaning up Poopfest 2006.  Six diapers - SIX DIAPERS. Diapers don’t grow on trees little ones. You just wait until you’re older and able to do chores - you have a lot to work off!!!

Good thing these little rascals are so cute or I’d be forced to sell them to pay for the diapers!