When I walked in Zeke's room this morning, I heard happy sounds, but smelled oh-so-unhappy smells. When the lights came on, I froze up at the sight of poop covering my little one from head to toe. It was all over his pajamas and blankets- everything. It was even in his hair! It was as if a poop bomb had exploded in his crib.
It was one of those things where you just kind of have to laugh and move on and deal with it. We had to disinfect and clean and give our little guy a bath amidst exclamations of unbelief at the extent of the mess. I don't know that he's ever had a bath first thing in the morning, but there was no getting around it today.
It was absolutely disgusting. But kind of funny.