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Usually I workout at nap time, squeeze in a shower and all is right with the world. Today we headed for a much needed oil change so the baby missed her morning nap. I put her down when we got home and knowing she would be awake at Cannon's nap time, we headed downstairs. I put on Umi Zoomi and hit the t-mill. About 3/4 of a mile in I see him squat. Pooping. Duh. He smiles at me, waves and goes back to doing his business.
I keep on keepin' on. .92 into the first and what turned out to be the last, mile and I see him acting like his pants are wet. Grabbing, down there.
'You ok buddy? Need me to change your diaper?'
'I fine Mommy, you keep runnin'.'
I hop off, grab a diaper and tell him to lay down. I am panting, sweating, and ready to get this workout over with. He says he wants to stand up (the way they change them at school) so I agree. I start to take his jeans off and there it is. Poop. All over his feet. His feet.
So, I continue my run, only this time it's carrying a 2 year old and his jeans at arms length up two flights of stairs and into the bathtub.
This is one of the reasons I can't use cloth diapers. I was baffled. What do I do with these pants? This kid? The poop in the bathtub?
Wipes. I used basically a pack of wipes before actually giving the bath. The jeans are in the washing machine. I may need a new washing machine after this. The 'major poop, biggest I ever seen!' as he called it, is in the garage.
And I have been adequately slapped in the face with why I don't need a third child.
At least not right now.
Now, go back to eating your lunch.
The Best part? I got a mile in.