Poop

Being a mother sort of gets you used to poop, right? I have been changing diapers for 9 years now and only once had a 4 month break between Camie and Danielle. Poop. Day in and day out. Poop. At church a few Sundays ago all my children were quietly sitting on the pew listening to the speakers and really doing well. I was smiling looking at my children thinking how peaceful it was not to be reminding my children to be reverent and listen. I had Nathan on the floor by my feet. I looked down at him to smile at how content he was playing. And that's when I saw it. Poop. All up his back. Soaked through his onesie onto his Sunday shirt. I couldn't pick him up without touching the poop. I just sat there looking at him trying to figure out how I was going to exit the chapel discretely. Nope, wasn't going to happen. I just quickly picked him up, held him straight out so as to not get the poop on myself, tripped over a few bags and feet, and went straight to the car. The only change of clothes I had was a basketball onesie, so that was his church attire for the rest of the meeting. Even after 9 years of diaper changing, poop still is a big deal.