I seem to have a reoccurring theme amongst my children. To this date, they have both painted themselves with caca. Yes, they are truly both poopie-faces.
As I was checking out on Sunday at the local Walmarts, I hear that old familiar sound of a diaper being soiled. I pay and rush quickly out knowing I'm going to have to lay him down in the back of the vehicle to change this diaper. I wheel him around to the back of the car and tell Abigail to get in. I decided to crank the car and open the door for Abigail to go ahead and get in. Once I walked back around the side of the vehicle, this is what I discovered. This picture does no justice to the massive amounts of poo on everything. It was EVERYWHERE. It was running down his fingers (did I mention he was sucking his fingers at the time?), it was on his eye lids, it was up his nose, it was in his hair...you name it there it was. Poop face. I had to lay a blanket in the back of the Edge because he had caca all up his back. I finally got him wiped off enough to get to his diaper. When I took it off, I swear to you, the only clean spot on the diaper was where his two buttcheeks were at! He apparently blew it out the side of the diaper and that is where his hands came in contact with it. He really had me hopping to get it cleaned up. Thank goodness he is alright (didn't get sick) but still. What a story for the baby book.
