Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Diapers Need Padlocks

The boys had a really big morning/afternoon today. We started off by going to the Everett Children's Museum, followed by lunch at Subway, and then a 3-mile walk. By the time we got home, I figured they would be exhausted. It is a muggy day, so I changed their diapers, took off their shoes, and decided to let them sleep with their jeans off, so that they wouldn't be so warm.

As I put Jacob in his crib, I had a thought flash through my head that perhaps I should put some shorts on him, so that he wouldn't be tempted to take off his diaper, but that thought was gone as quickly as it arrived. I just
knew they would be so tired that they would go right to sleep.

A couple hours later, I heard Ryan jabbering in his crib, so I went to get him up from his nap. As soon as I entered their room, my nose was filled with the familiar scent of a dirty diaper. No biggie, I thought to myself, but then I turned toward Jacob's crib. He was sitting in the far back corner, with a guilty look on his face. I started to get a
sinking feeling that something was wrong. As I got closer, I saw a discarded diaper in the middle of the crib, along with some other unmentionables.

At this point, I am sure some of you are wondering why on earth I am sharing this story. The way I see it though, is that I actually had to
live it, so trust me when I say, you are getting the better end of the deal.

Anyway, so the next 15 minutes were spent throwing Jacob into a super-bubbly bath, scrubbing him really good, all while he screamed and shared his discontent. And then moving on to the hazardous materials - and salvaging what I could.
Thankfully, Jacob's "Lion", his beloved stuffed animal was unharmed, and only required a good bath (trip to the laundry) himself after the incident. I believe the mattress and crib sheet will survive. The only casualty we suffered was a book, sadly, one of Jacob's favorites.

Ground Zero

This is what should be on their door after the disaster I dealt with.

On the bright side, I got a call from my husband today. I shared with him all of the fun stuff he was missing out on, and asked him if we could consider it an emergency and have him flown home to help me during this time of crisis?

It was worth a shot.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Kellyn:

Now you finally understand why us MacQuarrie men go to sea. If we could go to the moon to get away from the biohazard you describe, we certainly would, but short of that, the clean sea air seems to be the best alternative.

Jeff