The Tale of the Renegade Poo

Terrill came over today and arrived just as Hannah was waking up from her nap so she (Terrill) accompanied me to pick up Hannah.  While changing Hannah's diaper, we got on the topic of poop--I guess I became one of THOSE moms who can't carry a convo without bringing up baby poop--and I told her the following silly story.  As I was telling it, I thought to myself, "I should blog this," and when I finished telling the story Terrill laughed and said "Why isn't that on the blog??"  So without further ado:

The Tale of the Renegade Poo

Once upon a time (last weekend sometime), a handsome non-prince named Dad changed the diaper of a chubby-cheeked chile named Hannah.  There was a relatively small (the size of a plum maybe but more elongated) solid poo in said diaper so the non-prince laid the diaper on top of the diaper pail rather than inside, presumably with the intention of properly disposing of said poo in the toilet at a later time.  A few hours later, a non-princess who goes by the name of Mama changed the chile's wet diaper and, wishing to put this diaper INSIDE the diaper pail, lifted up the diaper that Dad previously placed on the lid of the pail.  Not knowing there was a little poo hiding inside, Mama lifted the diaper non too carefully which caused the little poo to launch out of the diaper, out of the door to the chile's room, and into the hallway.  Now Mama, who has had some anger management issues since the birth of the little chile, screamed at the non-prince "EHH-RIC!!"  (this is what the Mama calls the Dad) who rushed upstairs to see what was the matter.  The Mama explained what happened and asked the Dad to kindly finish the job he started earlier and dispose of the renegade poo which was now halfway to the toilet on its own accord.  This caused both the Mama and the Dad to laugh out loud while the Dad grabbed some toilet paper, plucked the poo from the hallway carpet, and dropped it into the toilet. The End.

So the cool thing about Hannah's poops are that they have gotten much more solid and have therefore made cloth diapering even easier to clean up.  We can just take those bad boys right to the toilet, shake 'em in, and flush 'em down.  About once a week or so she'll have a massive poop that is sorta solid but also incredibly mushy and smells like....well, like the stinkiest sh** you've ever smelled in your life and makes both me and Eric dry heave (we try to tackle those as a team).  Those poops are a huge pain to dislodge from the diaper.  Shaking doesn't cut it which sucks because you want to get that poop as far away from you as possible as quickly as possible so we end up having to use toilet paper to kinda wipe it away.  I keep thinking that a scraping device (much like a plastic knife) might work well, but that just seems wasteful and anyway, you can't flush a knife and who wants a trash can full of poopy knives?  So we suck it up.