Gross. Gross. Gross.

If you don't like gross, yucky, poo stories, then don't read any further. You've been warned....


Okay, silly me, I thought that my days of ooky poo-related stories, at least current ones, were behind me now that my twins are potty trained. Unfortunately today that myth was debunked as the frantic call of Katy rang out from upstairs: "Mommy! I made a poop in my pants! Help!" My stomach sank as I climbed the stairs, weighing whether I should be moving quickly to minimize any spreading of the poo against the impending nastiness that I was fairly sure I was going to face.

You see, when Katy has too much juice, her little body does not respond well, and it takes several days to fully recover. In the meantime, she has, shall we say, loose poos... According to her version of this incident, she thought she was just going to toot. Oh, if only that had been all!

My first instinct after pulling down her pants was to put her on the potty, in case there was any more, even though she told me that she was all done. I didn't realize that it was ALL over the backs of her legs (and now the potty), until she slid over the potty seat a bit too easily... So I gingerly lifted her from the potty, and slowly began pulling down her pants, thinking to myself that these leggings and undies were headed to the trash receptacle.

But then Katy noticed that the poo was all over her BRAND NEW DORA panties (!) and burst into tears. So after moving her ook-covered little body to the tub, and washing her off and then drying her and re-applying liberal quantities of Eucerine creme to her dry little body (did I mention that she had just been bathed this morning?), I began cleaning and disinfecting the potty and the tub. And then it was time for her clothes. Urgh. Thank goodness for the utility sink. And for a washing machine.

Ah well, it could have been worse. She could have needed to "toot" while we were at the grocery store earlier today...