"Brayton's awake!" yelled Maddie as she ran upstairs to greet her screeching baby. I quickly followed and upon entering his room I immediately got whiplash from the smell. Yes, the distinct smell of a mess. I turned on the light to find what a stinky mess it was. The diaper had been removed and all of its contents stomped into the blankets and smeared all over the crib. The baby was covered in HUGE crumbs and smears. I was in a stupor as to what to do. Can't I just throw all the bedding away?"Everyone OUT!" I commanded as I carried Brayton, ever so carefully to not get the mess on myself, to the tub for a good scrubbing. He screamed the entire time. He screams like a girl. I bet he'll be a tenor - can a boy be an alto? After he was clean and fresh, Maddie entertained him in her room while I bleached everything down.
Now only if he were wearing a onesie, this mess would've been contained. He can't unsnap it or pull it off or climb out of it, but a diaper...well, that is definitely not Brayton-proof.
3 comments:
oh my! You just know it's a big mess when you're not sure where to even start! I've had a few of those, icky.
Ewww! We had a little mess like that the other morning, although it was onesie proofed. Just a big mess inside the onesie.
Thank goodness for onesies. Which reminds me... Miss B isn't wearing one tonight. Maybe I should go put one on her...
Atleast it wasn't on Jeremy this time...he kinda screamed like a girl that night too! J/K!!! We have yet to have that happen with the twins...knock on wood, but with every stinky smell I always wonder what surprise will await me.
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