This morning Taylor slept in...so I thought. So when 9:15 rolled around and I finally had to go into her room to wake her - I was surprised when the sight of a happy smiling baby did not match the smell accosting my nose. When I opened the door to her room I was hit with a stench so strong it immediately garnered gagging noises from Lena. (One who is not known for her subtlety.) Upon closer inspection, I discovered the happy baby bouncing in her crib had been very busy for however long she had been awake.
Poop. Yes. Poop was smeared all over Taylor's body. She had somehow managed a blowout up the back of her diaper that stretched up to her shoulder blades AND covered the back of her diaper! On the outside. Completely. She also somehow blew it out her thighs...and that was the primary supply area for her morning finger painting session. Not only were her legs covered...it was smooshed between her toes...covering the bottoms of her feet...on her hands...on her CHIN...even her hair was standing up with the help of the most odiferous hair gel I've ever encountered. On top of all that - there were little brown footprints covering the edges of the pale pink crib sheet and her two blankets. Yet, was Taylor upset by the stinking filth she was surrounded by and covered in? Oh no! She was happy as a pig.