Yup, you guessed it. Still more about poop!

There are at least a couple instances in this story where I should have made different, need I say better, decisions in my role as mother.

Sydney was a bit feisty last night about going to bed. I rocked her a few minutes and put her in her crib, but I wasn’t going to spend all night in the rocking chair. She knows how to go to sleep on her own.

But she kept crying out for me so after 10 minutes I went back into her room and she told me she had pooped in her diaper. Okay, so now I know why she didn’t fall asleep easily.

I put her on the changing table in the dark and took off her diaper. “Can I see?” she asked when I was about to put her poopy diaper in the pail.

I paused, then said “Yes.” I was tired, and not thinking people! (Did I tell you my husband was out of town?)

So I held up the diaper with poop in it for her to see. It was just a little turd ball. You know what’s coming. It rolled out of the diaper and into her hair lying there on the changing table.

“Where it go?” she asked.

I scooped it up with a wipe and threw it in the diaper pail. Then I decided that no, she was not going to get another bath. I simply rubbed some hand sanitizer in the offending spot on her locks. I’m not kidding. If hand sanitizer protects us from swine flu, then it’s good enough to wipe away any stray poop cooties lingering in her hair.

Clean, dry, and free of poop on her butt and in her hair, Sydney went right to sleep.