tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112070079679096088.post3094916230933222540..comments2023-12-31T00:03:20.174-05:00Comments on The BMC Report: It's Poop AgainMomma of The B.M.C. Reporthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07794593364060825691noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112070079679096088.post-68043231622759454442010-08-26T13:15:10.648-04:002010-08-26T13:15:10.648-04:003 years ago on the way home from Myrtle Beach...4 ...3 years ago on the way home from Myrtle Beach...4 hours from beach, 9 hours from home...we smelled poop. All the kids were sleeping so we figured we'd wait it out. 30minutes later Stuntman started getting ansy and crying from the BACK of the van. I told hubby that we'd find the next rest stop and I'd change him quietly we wouldn't wake the other two. <br /> Needless to say, we stop at a rest stop and I peek in on poopy pants only to see poop EVERYWHERE! He was covered from head-to-toe, pacifier, car seat, seat belt, cup holder, EVERYTHING! I took him, his car seat and a small bag of necessities that we dug out of the luggage into the bathroom. I claimed a section of sinks and stripped him down, bathed him, washed hair etc, IN THE SINK. Then sent him out with hubby. I then had to wash, rewash and sanitize his entire car seat, car seat cover, seat belt etc IN THE SINK...and dry it with a hand dryer in the bathroom. Needless to say it was the longest amount of time I've ever spent in a bathroom in my life. It did make for a funny story though!Melissahttp://www.theenergizermommy.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112070079679096088.post-38546342461885304392010-08-25T23:52:27.942-04:002010-08-25T23:52:27.942-04:00Oh Michele, this cracks me up! I love that sweet A...Oh Michele, this cracks me up! I love that sweet Anna still read her little book in the midst of the poop! Kids are so funny. I can only imagine what Ben was thinking before he went in her room! I am sure hearing him tell the story is PRICELESS!!Momma of The B.M.C. Reporthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07794593364060825691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112070079679096088.post-71776963332542996322010-08-25T22:25:54.844-04:002010-08-25T22:25:54.844-04:00Hahahaha! You seriously crack me up, Maria! I am r...Hahahaha! You seriously crack me up, Maria! I am rolling right now! I LOVE your stories! <br />So funny that you're blogging about the DREADED poo. Last Sunday when I was working (thank you, Lord)... Anna (who was in the midst of potty training), pooped her pants, removed the evidence from her poopy body, placed to so-called "evidence" in her trash can, placed trash over it as to "hide the evidence". And... on the way back to her bed, she decided it would be a fabulous idea to grab a book, sit in her glider with her bare, poop covered bottom and leisurly flip through her book. Then after all that fun, she strolled back to her bed covered up with her blanky and slept for two hours. <br />What is so funny is that Ben said there was a horrible stinch emitting from her room. It was so bad he said he thought a small animal had died in her room. Did he go in and check on her??? You guessed it. NO. So after two hours of playing and sleeping in her own feces, Ben finally rescued her. I must've done something right to have been spared from the poop debacle, but I have to say hearing Ben tell the story is priceless. I can only imagine him cleaning up two hour old poop. I also have to add that he pretty much threw away anything that came in contact with Anna's excrement. Clothes, panties, linens, the book and so on. I guess that's a way to deal with it! Just glad he didn't throw away my baby! ha!Ben, Michele, Claire, Annahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05825656920186787999noreply@blogger.com