Oliver finally gets his very own poop post.
Oh Oliver. He looks so sweet, but he is so ornery. I was finishing up giving both boys a bath and needed to grab a diaper. Oliver was out of the bath, lotioned up, pulling everything out of the drawers. Zach was playing toys in the draining tub. 'Oliver will be fine without a diaper for a few minutes'.....stupid, stupid, stupid.
The diaper I needed was literally 4 steps away, around the corner, in Oliver's room. I was out of the bathroom possibly 35 seconds. Maybe add an extra 4 seconds to close then reopen the bathroom door. Clearly I closed the door so no baby could escape down the hall and pee.
I walk back into the bathroom and there is a pile of poo in the middle of the floor. Zach and Oliver appear to be in the excat same spot as when I left the room....35 seconds earlier.....
It looked like a big dog snuck into our bathroom to have an incident on the floor.
I just started laughing. What else can you do? I say, "Zach did you see Oliver poop on the floor?". Zach finally notices the mess and starts laughing hysterically. I'm not quite sure how Zach missed the whole event in a small bathroom.
I was just happy nobody had stepped in it or made a bigger mess.
Never, ever, ever, does it go well letting a baby run naked in the house.
