I haven't been feeling so hot the past two days and luckily, I got to have a little break, thanks to my mom. Langston spent the night with her and Jeff and I missed him like crazy, except when I was getting all of the beauty sleep I have been missing out on recently. Even though it was nice to get a break, it was so good to see him again and bring him back home with me.
Langston was full of energy, so we put him in his exersaucer. This is where he has been pooping lately. Not sure why, but his last few episodes have been in there. I call them episodes because they happen about once a week. That's right, you heard it, er, read it. Once a week! Not sure why, and the pediatrician says it's ok as long as he's not uncomfortable. The good thing about it is we go through less diapers and wipes. :) I also don't usually have to worry about him pooping when I leave him with one of his grandmothers. I expect it to come on Friday.
Well, Langston was in his exersaucer and we were watching TV. I looked over because I saw him grunting a little and staring off into space. He then looked right at us and flashed his big grin. I thought it was a possibility that there was a dirty diaper, but then realized it probably wasn't because it was only Tuesday. A few minutes later, I went to get him out so he could eat. As soon as I touched his back, I realized this was not pretty. He really had pooped and it wasn't all in his diaper. And you think that is the worst part, just wait!
Unfortunately, I didn't discover it all until I got to the bedroom so I yelled for Jeff to start the bath water so I could stick Langston straight in it. I literally had to take the child's diaper off while he was on his tummy. There was no way he could lay on his back for this. So gross! I rolled the diaper up and set it aside so I would remember to take it to the trash.
We got to the bathtub and got all cleaned up. Langston ate, and we moved back out to the living room to watch some TV. When I finally got Langston to sleep, I moved him back to our room for the night. As I walked down the long hall to our bedroom, I saw the back of a black dog that happened to belong to me (tonight, I wished he didn't). Rusty was in the bedroom just eating away at the dirty diaper. I literally wanted to throw up in my mouth! There was NOTHING left of the diaper except the part where the tabs are. As soon as Rusty saw me, he squatted down because he knew he was in trouble.
I used to love that dog and I used to consider him part of the family, but that's just too gross! I may have to rethink all of that.















