Renie: I'm stinky.
Me: Well, we'd better change your diaper th...Oh no.
This is the part where I remembered I had left her diaperless in an attempt to get this potty train moving. So I peeked in her pants, cursing myself for not putting some underwear on her at least. (When I dressed her this morning she kept saying, "My pants are in my butt!") I laid her on the floor and pulled down her pants with great trepidation. She was smeared with poop from bellybutton to toes, with the largest chunk clinging to her knee. She was stiffly holding that knee away from her body and begging, "Wipe it off my leg Mom." Anyway, I got her wiped up and into the bath and returned to the scene of the crime to clean up. It was then that I noticed the chunk of poop on the stairs. And then another further down, and further. I followed a turd trail all the way to the TV in the basement. So I've been picking up poop nuggets and scrubbing the carpet. Luckily the messy ones were sticky enough to cling to her body and pants and not just drop out the bottom. Being a Mom is so glamorous.
*Note to self- CLEAN UNDER YOUR FINGERNAILS