Mallary pulled a Trevan

You might think that would be a good thing - but, no.

Yesterday afternoon, I put Mallary down for a second nap. I thought the first one was early enough that she might take a second one because she was acting so grouchy.

I thought she had fallen asleep, but after a little while I heard her bouncing around in her crib.

I went upstairs, and as I opened her bedroom door, before even looking at her - or anything, I smelled it.

It was a familiar smell.

The smell when an open diaper has been sitting open TOO LONG.

She had pooped in her diaper. Taken off her pants. Taken off her diaper and threw it on the floor. She had also peed in her bed.

It really is gross, because you don't know what she touched, what she sat on with a poopy bum, etc. So EVERYTHING has to go in the washer.

Ugh.

Trevan did this two times when he was this age and a few times when he was younger. Except he smeared his poo everywhere, crib, bed, face, mouth, hands - you get the idea. Once when we were at our parents house he flung his poo everywhere out of his bed like a monkey.

Luckily, Mallary didn't do any of that. I walk in her room and she points to her diaper on the floor and says, "poo poo."

Oh, the joys of being a mother...