I had a great Sunday until Curtis came into me while I was playing the piano. He came up with Hayden and turned him around. Ugh. POOP! It was up the front, up the back and out the legs. Holy Cow! Did he save this up until he just couldn't hold it in anymore and then decide that he would impress his friends with how much he could produce? It was pretty funny though, because Curt is a self-admitted "Poo Paranoid". He can't handle it in the slightest. I should get a video of this. It's hilarious.
What was funnier, was that as we were getting ready to leave church, Curt's Home Teaching Companion came over and told Curt that he had set up visits for 12:30 (we get out at 12). He was so nauseous that he couldn't handle it anymore. He freaked, I had to explain to Mike that Curt has this condition. Mike called it a "Poophobia". It's really hard not to laugh when Curt freaks over something like this. He couldn't wait for Mike to come get him for the appointments to get him away from the mess and the smell. I don't mind poop, I just get over it, it's part of being a Mom. (But, even I almost lost it when I was showering the boy down.)
Crazy Life and Lovin' it!
13 years ago
4 comments:
What a relief to now have a name for this condition! I suffer from it to. I feel Curt's pain!
That is funny! Ever since I got pregnant I've had the keenest sense of smell and it's a curse at times. I can handle my own kids stuff but not other kid's stuff. I pass that on to Kevin.
Curt's sooooo pooranoid! ;)
That is so funny! I just LOVE the explosive diapers. I don't miss that part of mothering babies!
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