Famously Craptastic

Just in case anyone missed yet another blogging mom TV spot, I'll clue you in. That would be the hawtest blogging Burgher I know. Which is ironic since she's vegetarian.

(I was telling my wonderful husband all about the news mother bloggers were generating. And then it struck me that mother bloggers probably wasn't the best term to use.)

And while we're on the subject of my bloggy friends, Sports Mama is pretty sure she's the reason her sons will be drafted to the major leagues before they graduate high school. It may or may not have something to do with a certain pair of superstitious undergarments. But you can ask her about the details.


And for today's venture into the realms of the Rocking Pony household, I give you the craptasticness that Micah presented me with.

You know those poops that somehow manage to rocket up the back of the diaper, soiling the child's back, the inside of his shirt, the outside of his pants and anything within a 5' range of him? We had one of those tonight. It's not pleasant when it happens in the average 6 month old, but try it on a 5 year old. You can only imagine the results. Or maybe not. I have a picture but I'll spare you the gory details.

I had little choice but to strip him down to his bare pasty whiteness and toss him into the tub. He was not thrilled with me as I splashed water on his nether regions in an effort to remove the largest chunks. It would just have been gross to have him sit down and bathe in that stuff.

When he was sufficiently clean I let the tub fill with clean water and let him play for a while. (Yes, I cleaned the tub out first. What do you take me for?) As I was sorting the largest heap of laundry known to mankind in an effort to find something nasty enough to wash the craptastic clothes with, Micah was busy helping himself to the contents of the ledge of my tub.

The boy opened the lid of my too-expensive-to-reveal-the-price foot scrub and rinsed the entire contents into his bath. He then used the empty jar to scoop and dump water with. Quite happily I might add. All I can say is that he'll have the softest shiny hiney in the house. All that scrubbing action going on as he scooted across the bottom of the tub will probably break him out in a rash.

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