Yes, yes… I feel like an unbelievable dork, and a horrible mother. I know its not the worse thing that could happen, but its so downright gross that’s it hard to imagine something grosser.
This evening, Peanut is crawling around, having fun… when… oh, its bad… we find he has something… brown… all over his hands and … really gross… around his mouth.
Yep… he found a poopy diaper I’d left in the bathroom to deal with at a later point. I’ll let you imagine from here, no need to provide details. But then, that might be worse.
blah… shiver… shake… can it get any grosser!
We got him cleaned up. We washed his hands with soap. We washed his face, with soap. We “irrigated” his mouth (not with soap). I got him to brush his teeth, with toddler safe toothpaste to encourage him to actually use the brush end (he has a tendancy to just chew on the handle end of the brush).
This makes me think of a friend who found her toddler boy in the bathroom, using his hand to drink from the toilet. When he saw her, his mom, he started drinking faster.
Baby’s just have no sense of “gross”, do they?
No picture of that, because that’s just gross.