Today, she took quite the dump (read: she hadn't gone in 3 days) and the liner didn't quite contain it all. I paused for a moment, dirty diaper in one hand, her ankles in the other, trying to decide what to do. It was time to give her a bath, but I didn't want to put a fresh diaper on or stick the poopy one back on for the trip to the bathroom 20 feet away, so I just wiped her off and sat her on the changing pad. "Stay, Carina" I instructed, as I ran to the bathroom as fast as humanly possible to take care of the mess and start the bath water. I should add that I didn't actually think she would stay there, but I figured it was worth a shot.
Not 10 seconds later I heard the "slap slap slap" of her palms coming down the hall towards me. She turned the corner into the bathroom with the legs of her footie PJs hanging behind her like coattails. She stood up next to the tub and got all excited about getting in; she loves baths. As the tub filled up I ran the unfortunate diaper back to the nursery to put it in the wet bag, and then made haste for the bathtub. Unfortunately, my bare feet were soon greeted by a rather large puddle of pee in the hall right in front of the bathroom. And there was a trail of it all the way to the tub. Nice, Carina.
20 seconds sans diaper and there's a lake of pee on our hardwood floor. I can't make this stuff up. What was I thinking?
|I dare you to try to change it, Mom!|
Okay, let's hear it...what has your baby peed on?