Now that is a phrase you don’t want to hear from the other room. But alas, my daughter was shouting those words in her cute little voice. As I walked towards the room, I felt like I was on a death march. Knowing the doom that lay ahead, I took a deep breath, and peeked my head in their room. Baby Bear was standing on Noodlebug’s bed diaperless, with only one boy’s tennis shoe that was 5 sizes too large. He piped up “Hi!” as he saw me enter the room. Noodlebug was standing in front of the bed on one leg and had the other leg propped up on her toe because she had poop on her heel. The bedspread and pillow had been thrown off the bed and was strewn about the room, along with several dress up items, and I do believe the match to the shoe Baby Bear was wearing was in there somehow as well. His diaper was on the floor , as well as his “prossesed” dinner. Ahem. 

“He went poop!” said Noodlebug.

I picked her up and yelled to my husband who was in the next room, “I need some help!”

He came in and got baby bearh, put him on the carpet, not realizing that there was also poop in baby bear’s feet. So then he called to me that he needed help, all the while I had Noodlebug on the changing table scrubbing her feet. He came out holding a pants-less 19 month old and had a panicked look in his eye. Trying to help my huband out I moved Noodlebug to the chair and told her not to touch the bottom of her foot. She obediently held her foot up like it was radioactive and stared at it. (Such a good girl.) I turned back only to realized that there was poop all over baby bear, and since we only had half a box of wipes left in the whole house he had to have a bath.

“Let’s put him in the bath.”

He quickly obliged, and we walked into the bathroom, only to find that there was stuff in the tub from their last bath. My husband groaned because his arms were getting tired from holding a 30 pound boy at arms length from him. I hurried as fast as I could, put him down, washed him off much to his protest, and he was on his knees the next 15 minutes scrubbing the carpet.

Lesson: Don’t ever buy used carpets from people, because you never know what has happened to them.