Having a 2+ year old on the brink of potty training (OK, sometime within the next 6 months, I am not rushing it), the thought of poo-splosions usually are a distant memory.
And then, there’s my Boo. Known for his epic poo-splosions, he wasn’t going to let himself be potty trained or let his little sister arrive into this world without a reminder of who is the boss of the poo. And I think pee, as it turns out.
It began early this morning, around 5:30, he opened his bedroom door and shouted that he was cold. He’s been wanting us to cover him with his blankets instead of doing it himself so, in the essence of getting back to sleep as fast as possible, I got up to oblige him. When I got to his room i discovered that his bed was wet, like he had wet through his diaper (we’re out of overnight diapers, oh well, add that to the shopping list). However, his pajamas were dry. Houdini, how did this happen? Not being of sound mind and not putting myself up for the Mother of the Year Award, in these predawn hours my solution was just to cover the wet spot (hehe) with a blanket, cover him for warmth, and go back to bed. Which, of course, only lasted about 20 minutes until Boo decided to announce “Mommy, I wakin’ up!” Sigh, breakfast…
After we had dressed, breakfasted, played, etc, I detected the standard morning poop. Keen pregnancy senses allow me to detect this from 20 paces so we were off to the changing table. What I discovered when I pulled down the pants shocked and amazed me.
His poop had ripped a hole in the side of his diaper. A HOLE. Poo-splosion of epic proportions. The likes of which I have not seen. Down the leg, on the socks… everywhere. EVERYWHERE.
Point taken, Boo. You are the master. All hail the king of the poo-splosion. Potty training is imminent and your sister will have on rubber pants from birth. Mommy’s done.