Attack of the Shite Monster! A cautionary tale of naps and diaper tabs.

I don't know how many people have seen The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood but it's an awesome movie about women and their relationships with each other and their families. Seriously, go rent it cause it's fantastic. One of the first times I saw it a particular scene stood out to me. In the scene Ashley Judd is plays Vivi Walker who is going through a kind of nervous breakdown as she fights alcoholism and in the middle of the night her young kids all get sick at the same time and as she goes to help them out she steps in her child's poop. As soon as I saw it I instantly thought , I'm not looking forward to any kind of poop crisis when I have kids. Up to this point I've dealt with my fair share of poop incidents an occasional poop through when Claire was tiny, a brush with disaster when Claire tried to throw an uncontained poop filled diaper, but nothing I would have considered a crisis. About 2 weeks ago I think we got pretty close to a poop crisis!

Claire was taking her morning nap and she was dressed in a light weight dress that didn't have one of those little diaper cover undies. When she woke up she didn't make much noise just a few grunty sounds so I figured it was business as usual and went in to get her. When I walked into her room she was sitting in her crib in the far left corner holding her stuffed monkey and smiling at me. I walked up to her crib, said hi and went to pick her up. But instead of raising her arms up she looked to the right side of the crib, pointed to something, and then looked back at me with a sad face. When I followed the direction of her chubby little finger I saw it. A little brown mound of poop just sitting on the sheets. When I looked back at her I noticed that under her dress, her diaper was hanging half way off. One of the tabs had come un-tabbed! I looked at her, smiled and said "Uh oh girl. You pooped in your bed!" and as I began to call for Jason she started crying. Not like whining or a sad little sob, this was a full on wailing cry with tears and everything! I picked her up and hugged her and told it was ok but she just kept looking back at that little poop and screaming. It scared her ... she had been officially visited by a Shite Monster, and she did not like it! I can't stop thinking of how she found it, what she did when she discovered this little brown monster in her bed. She didn't cry before I came in the room but she definitely knew the Shite Monster was there. I wish I had been able to see it cause I feel like it had to be one of those classic moments!

Jason came in and saved the day, he picked it up with a plastic bag and threw it out and it was gone. But she was so upset. My mom reminded me that we were lucky that she didn't play with it or smear it all over her crib. As it was we washed everything in her bed even things that were no where near the poop. And Claire got a bath a new diaper, tabs in place, and a better outfit! This is by far the most hilarious event of our parenting experience. I don't remember the last time I laughed so hard, and even now as I type this and read it allowed to Jason, I'm cracking up! In the scope of poop crisis' I'm sure this ranks near the bottom, unless you talk to Claire who is probably traumatized, and it's certainly nothing compared to stepping in your child's poop. And as naive as it may be I will cross my fingers every night and hope that we don't get visited by the Shite Monster again!

Until Next Time ... Stay Classy