Poop-tastrophe

I was going to write my Memorial Day post today; but then we had a poop-tastic morning and I thought poop story>Memorial Day story. So here goes. My neighbor asked me if my three little devil children would like to join her and her two little angels to a trip to Target. If you know me at all, you know I don't pass up a trip to Target. We agreed we would leave about 10:30. I decided my kids were well enough contained and that I might not get another opportunity to shower. So. I showered. Mistake #1. I get out of the shower and Finley is crying. I run to grab him (in my towel) and even though I can smell the poop I pick him up. Mistake #2. I bring him into my room and set him in his bouncy seat so I can get dressed before changing him. As I am setting him down, I notice his feet are orange. Hmm... That's odd. Then it hit me. Before I tell you what hit me I will back this story up just a bit. You see it was 9:30 and this little lady had the day off. Which can only mean one thing. We were all still in jammies. But. You see. Finley likes to sleep in blanket sleepers, or as we call them, sack pajamas. In order for me to put him in his saucer, I had to unzip him out of his sack and take his feet out. So as I was showering, Finley was playing in the saucer. Wearing not much more than a diaper. Ok. Back to the orange feet. I realized in this moment that the poop I smelled had leaked out of his diaper, all over his side, dripped down his leg and into the bottom of the saucer. Where he stomped all up in it. I also realized in this moment (it was not a good moment for me), that I had poop ALL OVER my towel, on my hands and up my arm. And. I still wasn't dressed. The first thing I did was try to get myself cleaned up (again-glad I showered for this) Then I tackled project clean baby. Too bad they don't make a lysol spray for these situations. I lay him down and start cleaning and he instantly grabs his feet and tries to put them in his mouth. His feet that have poop oozing out between his toes. Gross. I finally get him in the tub and am rinsing him off when I hear something behind me. I turn around and my dear dog is licking up the poop off of Finley's jammies. Gross. We get bathed and dress and up from the basement come Myles. "Mommy, I go poopie in my pants!" (he is still in diapers- which I am thankful for on this day). I get him all changed and what not and as we are getting ready to walk out the door at 10:29 Kaden announces, "Mommy I haffa go pooooooopppppie!" Oye ve!