I think we're getting our payback for teasing Aunt Amber (see the "Dedicated to Aunt Amber" post) about all of the "p" words she doesn't like. We've heard and read so many stories from our friends about finding their kids playing in #2, smearing it all over the walls, feeding it to the dogs, etc. Well, here's our story! I won't use any "p" words this time.
Saturday afternoon, all of us were napping. Tyson wakes up and starts talking, so I go up to his room, open the door, and I'm greeted with a strong #2 smell. Figured he just had a dirty diaper. Well he did, but he had taken it off and put it in one corner of his crib. It was FULL. Apparently he wasn't done, because there was another large pile of #2 in the middle of his crib, and it also looked like some #1 was in there too. There were small spots of #2 on his blankets and teddy bear, like he had been trying to wipe it off. LUCKILY, Tyson didn't think this was fun, so he was in the other corner of his crib, looking up at me with no diaper on.
I said "yucky, Tyson!" and he said "ewwwwwwww". I picked him up and went to get Daddy to help. Daddy woke up to Tyson standing there with no diaper, and me calmly saying "We've got a problem, can you put Tyson in the bath while I clean it up?" He could tell by my face and my voice that it was pretty bad, so he gladly accepted the bath request with no questions.
Maybe we'll get lucky and that will be the worst #2 mess we'll have. At the very least, I don't think he'll be napping in just a shirt and a diaper for awhile.