Oh Poo!

Wyatt has officially graduated into new territory. New in that we've never had to deal with this before. This morning, I go into his room to get him out of his crib, and what do I find but a naked (from the waist down) baby smiling at me. I laughed a little until I saw the mess behind him. In the corner of his crib sits a large puddle with a big old pile of poo, with his nearly dry diaper across his crib. Every blanket and his two favorite stuffed animals also had to endure the wrath, and are currently making a visit in the swirling washing machine. As I am trying to clean up his mess, I also discover a little present on the floor behind his crib, which also means he played with it!! Ewwwwww!! So, I tell Jeff who is trying to keep him busy and away from his room to check his hands and wash them thoroughly (under the fingernails). Ewwwwww, again!

I guess I should have figured this day was coming. This winter he figured out how to unzip his pajamas, and would then try to undo the tabs on his diaper. We started putting him in onesies under his pajamas, which solved the problem. He seemed to have lost interest. I guess it is back to onesies again. Anyone have any good advice???

Recently, he has been thinking it pretty funny to try to take off his diaper as soon as I get it on him. He would be completely happy to be able to run around in the buff all day long, as evidenced by this...



But then a couple weeks ago, after a LONG nap, I went to check on him because I hadn't heard anything from him for so long. I find him with his little naked tushie up in the air as he slept peacefully with his pants down around his knees.

Yeah, I should have seen it coming.