wednesdays are for walker

A few months ago, Walker was having a really difficult time sleeping during the night. We aren't officially 100% sleeping through the night yet but there was one particular night that I was up with him all.night.long. I was getting so upset that I threatened Andrew that I was going to start running away when evening time came around but would be back before he left for work the next morning. What a brilliant idea I had. It never panned out. Yet.

On this one particular night, Walker woke up about 7am after finally crashing for about 3 hours. I could barely function and was doing all that I could to get out of bed to get him. He babbled a bit, I heard him pull on his lullaby toy and then it got very quiet. Could it be? He went back to sleep?? Yes ... I knew I had at least another 30 minutes of sleep ahead of me. That 30 minutes actually ended up being an hour and then I heard him talking again. I got up, got myself together and slowing made it to his bedroom.

I opened his door to discover poop everywhere. And I don't mean down the leg of his jammies. I put him in a two piece jammy set the night before and poop ended up all over the place. It was all over him, his jammies, the sheets, the bumper, a blanket, his teddy bear and the crib railings. I wanted to close the door and walk away. Why did I have to be by myself for this one? Could he not have waited to do this until the weekend? Thank goodness he didn't play with it. Or taste it. I know that's gross. But admit it, you were wondering.

I stood there for a few minutes planning out Operation Poop Cleanup. I decided it be best to leave Walker in his crib while I took his clothes off, stripped the bed, and wiped him down before putting him in the bath. I sat down to untie the bumper. I tied them into knots because Walker was now mobile and loved to stand on the bumper. I have a fear in the back of my mind that somehow he would choke/strangle on the bumper ties ... hence the knots.

I start to sweat and shake because I couldn't get them untied. These knots weren't budging. I panicked a minute and then grabbed a pair of tweezers and got to work. I begged Walker not to sit down or touch anything ... you know, cause he knows exactly what I'm saying. He thinks I'm playing a game and giggles the whole time.

I'm in tears.

I finally get the bumper off. I now have a naked baby somewhat wiped down hanging out in a crib with just a bare mattress. I pray he doesn't pee or poo again. It would make this story more humorous if he did ... but he didn't. Thank you, Walker for being temporarily potty trained.
I leave him in the crib, rinse all of his poopy sheets and things, spray them with some Zout (awesome for poop!) and throw them in the wash. I run back upstairs, take Walker out of his crib and give him a good scrubbing.

Needless to say, Walker didn't wear two piece jammies for weeks.

Now I'm just waiting for it it be Andrew's turn.