Why is There a Turd on the Floor

OK, so many of you know that Meredith just left on a business trip for the next week… So I’m at home with 3 children, Isaiah (5), Harrison (3), and Jillian (3 Months).  Am I nervous?  People usually get nervous when they’re not sure what to expect.  Well, I’m not nervous. I know what to expect.  Total Chaos!!! 

I decided to keep a blog of my adventure – as a coping mechanism.

Day 1:

Meredith left around 5pm.  Not 10 minutes after she left, I had to break out the Evil Dad routine to get the boys to clean up their toys.  This while Jillian was crying inconsolably.  Well, we made it through this event, and the rest of the night was mostly pleasant.  Then came bedtime…

I put the boys in the shower (together), and left to get Jillian ready for bed.  Just as I get Jillian undressed I hear faintly from the bathroom - “I have to poop”.  So I leave Jillian naked on the changing table, which is apparently her favorite state of undress, to check it out.  When I walk in the door I see Harrison standing by the toilet with his but cheeks pinched together like someone isabout to take his temperature.  Lying behind him on the floor is a TURD!  Or rather a creamy pile of poo the consistency of pea soup.  Apparently he has mild diarrhea.  As a result it is smeared all over his legs as well as the toilet seat. 

Believe it or not, this event was actually not terribly surprising to me – we have 3 kids after all.  Anyway, I was able to get him cleaned up and even read them all Chicken Little before bed.

Check back soon for Day 2.