Poop, Pee and Puke... Oh My!

Eventful. That's really the only word that I can find to describe our evening... eventful. Or gross. Gross would work too. I've been called dramatic more than a time or two in my life, but all drama and exaggeration aside- Last night was eventful, and gross.

Our afternoon had been pretty mundane for the most part... Jaxon slept right through supper, so at about 7:30, he decided that he was hungry. I put him in his high chair and started to feed him 'corn and sweet potatoes' for the first time. Half way through his food, he decided that he needed to use the bathroom. So I left him alone and let him do his business. When he was finished straining, he finished his jar of baby food, and then I put him in the floor so that I could change his diaper. As I unsnapped his onesie, little did I know what I was about to find. Poop was spread all up his back, all up his stomach and chest (all the way to his neck line). I have never seen so much poop! And the smell was horrendous! Justin got in the floor with me and held his hands so that they wouldn't wander somewhere that they didn't need to be. I used about thirty wipes and I had poop all over my hands. I decided that wipes were not going to do the trick. Jaxon needed a bath. I stripped him off and left him sitting in the floor while I went to wash my hands and run his bath water. I came back about two minutes later, and the kid is sitting in a 2 gallon puddle of pee, just splashing around like he's playing in a kiddie pool! I throw a towel in the puddle to help soak it up, and pick the little guy up under his armpits, careful not to touch myself with his smelly, wet body. Justin starts laughing, because Jaxon has the biggest grin ever on his face as he is carried off to the tub.

But wait, we're not done! Things slow down for a while, and then it's bedtime. He would not take his bottle or go to sleep. He was screaming and he held his lips so tight together that I couldn't squeeze the bottle nipple into his mouth. I decided that his teeth hurt so I got up and carried him in to the kitchen to get some teething tablets. As he opened his mouth to let me put the teething tablet in, throw up came SHOOTING (yes, shooting is the appropriate word, here) out of his mouth. I was so wet that I looked like I had entered a wet t-shirt contest. My hair had throw up in it. Jaxon's t-shirt and sweat pants were soaked. The kitchen floor was covered. You wouldn't believe the amount of throw up this little boy produced. It had to have contained everything that he ate in the last week! So once again, I called the clean up crew in (oh wait, we don't have one of those). I cleaned up my son's bodily fluids, once again, and prayed that this was the last gross thing that would happen to us before bed. And my prayers were answered. It was...

Eventful? Yes. Gross? Yes. Am I still the most thankful woman in the world to be this little guy's mommy? Always. Poop, pee, puke and all.