This morning, just before heading out the door to take the girls to school, Big toddled into the living room smelling a little suspect. My nose was a bit stuffy, so I decided to take a sniff to be sure it wasn't just gas-- I didn't really have time for a diaper change, after all.
So, I lifted Big up and angled my head around his back to take a whiff. Now, this typical mommy maneuver is used by a lot of moms out there, usually with no negative repercussions... but, no! I couldn't possibly be so lucky on this day!
What I didn't know, as I used my cheek against his back to keep him from twisting away, was that I had lifted Big's top a bit as I picked him up and (now this is a vital bit of info coming up), oh yeah, his diaper was a leaky one-- So I discovered.... as my cheek was SLIMED with pooh!! Ewww, Grody!
Lovely! Very nice! I wiped my face with a diaper wipe and have washed it numerous times, but I still feel it! Big has been saying that everything is "grody" and "gross" since this morning. Makes me glad I didn't let anything more colorful spew forth (I sure did think it, though!)