For those of a weak constitution, tonight was not a night for you. It started out innocently enough. As we were enjoying our fantastic stir fry at the dinner table, Monkey felt the need (as kids often do) to announce that she was pooping. So when she was done eating, the hubs was prepared to take her straight to the changing table and handle business. However, upon taking her from her chair, he realized she had "stuff" up her back and out one leg hole.
Ew.
Needless to say, we haven't had anything like this happen in ages. However, for the last while, Monkey has been plagued with what we like to call "pebble poo". You can imagine why we term it that. So I'm guessing she hasn't been getting quite enough of something in her diet lately and her body decided to do a little regulating.
Having been such a long time since we've handled something like this, the whole affair was pretty silly, while still being stinky. We more or less put her straight in the bathtub. I'll spare you some of the icky details. (For which I know you're glad because I've already shared enough, right?) But when you're parenting kids of this age, this sorta thing just becomes part and partial. "The whole genie gig. Phenomenal cosmic power. Itty bitty living space."
I don't know about any phenomenal cosmic powers (except for eyes in the back of my head), but he definitely had it right when he said itty bitty living space. Kids spread out and take over everything, ultimately leaving you with very little of your own living space. But it's worth it. Even when it's stinky.
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