The BoneBlog

Last night I gave Ethan a bath.  I pulled off his diaper and didn't see any poo, so I set him in the tub.  Then I noticed poo in the tub, for the second time this week.  I cleaned it up and proceeded as usual. 

As I left the bathroom after Ethan's bath I felt something wet at the bottom of my pants leg but I figured I just splashed water on myself pulling him out so I didn't pay it any mind.  At least THIRTY MINUTES LATER, I finally sat down on the couch with Greg and was ready to put my feet up when there...

...on my ankle...

 ...was poo!  A big lumpy smear of it!  Argh!  It seems when I pulled Ethan's diaper off, a little turdlet flew to my ankle and stuck itself there like Gorilla Glue.  I stood up and Greg noticed I had poo on my pants, too.  Argh!  Argh!  I went to the bathroom and took off my jeans, washed off my ankle, and went back to sit down only to realize (thanks to Greg, again) that I didn't get all of it off.  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

I can't believe I wore poo on my foot for half an hour.  But at least it wasn't poo in my eye, like Jess got.  Now that's nasty.

Well at least IIIIII wiped my face off instantly and IIII didn't go spreading poopiness around the house.  ;)

I recommend a hot water heavy load for those jeans.

So your new nickname.....Poo-foot. LOL