It's too funny and too gross not to tell...
Yesterday morning, at daycare, I was telling Mac bye after getting him settled in for the day. I was squatting (weird word) down so I was at Mac's eye level for some hugs and kisses and here comes sweet Maren running over with her morning hug. Maren and Mac have been in the same class since we started daycare and she is just the cutest, sweetest baby. You can always count on Maren for a hug and some attention when you are in the room and that is always welcome especially when your child would rather be in the corner playing with a toy than coming to greet you!
I, of course and obviously, hug Maren and pick her up to my lap. With Maren it's never just a hug, you have to pick this woman up because as soon as you go in for the hug she is picking her feet up and getting into the "you're about to hold me" position. Now that Maren is in my lap I am talking to her and to Mac and then I smelled it. Poop.
I didn't know if it was Maren or Mac so I attempted to put Maren down so I could figure out who the culprit was, it's not easy putting her down because she keeps her feet out so you will keep holding her, and that's when I saw it. The Poop.
Poop on her pants, poop on her ankle, poop all over her shoe, poop on the floor.
Wait for it.
Poop on MY pants, poop on MY sweater!! Eek!
I called for Ms. Mary who was finishing up changing another baby and told her what was happening, she called for the other teacher to interviene and start cleaning the floor up. Ms. Mary started working on Maren, yes working on her... it. was. bad. As you can imagine since it had made it all the way down her pant leg and on the floor (and on me).
I promptly went for Mac's box of wipes and went to town on my pants. I had two spots on my left thigh where she sat and one small spot on my right from her shoe and a little on the bottom left of my sweater. All the spots were easy enough to clean up. It wasn't enough to, um, soak in.
I was really impressed with myself in not freaking out, especially since it was not my own son's poo! haha! Two years ago I would have died, cut my own leg off just to "get the poo off of me!!", thrown every article of clothing I had on away because of the poop. Funny how having kids makes things like that seem way less catastrophic plus it was there and not much I could do about it other than clean it off.
Did it smell? Yes for a little bit but after the spots that I had cleaned had dried it didn't smell anymore. And it wasn't ever bad enough for anyone else to smell, I know this because my co-worker said she didn't smell anything and she is the type that will tell you "Yeah dude, you smell like poop and it's gross". haha!! Love it when you can ask someone and they just tell you like it is!!
I did see Maren this morning when I got to daycare. She came running over and acted like nothing had happened so I took her lead. No reason for there to be awkwardness between us. She promptly started digging in Mac's diaper bag helping me get Mac's shoes and socks out so I could put them on for the second time this morning.
Maren and I are good, there are more hugs in our future. Cautious, pre-inspected hugs but cute sweet hugs none the less!!
2 years ago