I decided to link this post to http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/2009/07/writers-workshop-parfait-with-no-nuts.html
It goes with her #1 prompt.
So, I am taking care of the Boo and it was nap time! He had his lunch, his bottom was changed (mind you, he already pooped) and I put him in bed! He always plays for a little bit before he goes to sleep. About 20 minutes later he still hasn't fallen to sleep so I figure he just isn't ready quite yet so I open the door to his room... and stop dead in my tracks, my hands fly to my face and I make a huge suck in your breath kind of noise and just stand there for at least ten seconds...
In my mind I fly back about 24 years in time... walking into my daughters room to lay her back down and tell her to go to sleep (I had already been in there several times and got after her for taking her diaper off)... stopping dead in my tracks, seeing red oh so much red... next thing I know my kid is in the bath, I am scrubbing her from head to toe because there isn't one place on her that doesn't have poop. It was all over the wall next to her crib, all over her crib and bedding, up and down each spoke of the crib... when it was all cleaned up and she was put back in her bed to take a nap (mind you I was big fat pregnant with my next child) I start crying and call my Mom to tell her what a horrible Mom I am because I don't remember everything that happened when I was seeing red and her asking me if she was alright and me saying yes and so on and so on...
[In the Picture is Candace and I... oh, a couple months after this event.]
Fast forward back 24 years ahead to the same scene only its my grandson and thinking, this is not how it is suppose to happen... my daughter is suppose to be calling me and telling me that there was sh*t all over.
I come to my senses and my hands are still on my face only this time my sweet Boo is looking up at me (with poop all over him) and has a smile on his face and is waving at me. (my heart melted)
I want you to know that at the age of 47 and with grandchildren I have so much more patience.
I turned around and went into the bathroom and started warming the water(I have a sprayer) in the tub... went into the Boos room and very carefully picked him up and put him in the tub, sprayed all the major pieces from him scrubbed him from head to toe, cleaned out the tub while he stood at the end of the tub, refilled the tub and cleaned him again from head to toe... all the while he is not saying or smiling or waving or anything because he knew Gamma was mad, got him lotioned and dressed, we went back into his room and I set him down on the bed in that room and told him not to move and he watched while I tore all the bedding off the crib, scrubbed all the poop off all the spokes of the crib, threw the pacifier away because it had poop all over it and got him a new one (I so wanted to clean his mouth with peroxide or something because I knew he had to of put it in his mouth with poop on it... Yuck), remade the crib put him in it and told him to go to sleep. I walked out and I never heard a peep.
I want you to know he was so good through all that, if he started to grab something or move, I would tell him not to move and he would stand there or sit up and put both hands in his lap. My poor Boo, Gamma was mad at him and he wasn't quite sure what to do.
When my daughter came to pick him up, she got quite a tongue lashing that turned into laughter. I told her it wasn't fair... it was her turn to clean up all that poop. Lol
I never saw red though, so I think I am a better Granma than I was a Mom!