Friday morning, it was business as usual. Ashley was out of the house while I was still in the shower. Emma was sitting in her bouncy chair just outside the bathroom door. The dogs were lounging about, not too interested in anything.
When I got out of the shower, Emma was all smiles, and I started to get ready for work. When I was just finishing up (hurrying about because we were running a bit late), Emma started to fuss, and within seconds was in pure melt-down mode.
“Emma, I’m almost done, Sweetie. Gimme one second, and I’ll pick you up and we’ll get outta here,” I told her. It didn’t seem to work.
I kept my promise, and within 30 seconds of her first starting to fuss, I had her out of the bouncy chair. That’s when I noticed the stain on her onesie — around her belly, above her diaper.
I quickly realized that we had quite a situation on our hands.
There was a helluva mess inside that onesie. I had to take it off downward instead of pulling it up over her head. It looked like someone had taken a spatula and spread stinky chocolate icing all over my baby’s torso.
She was still melting down — obviously uncomfortable — and I was wiping as fast as I could. But I wasn’t fast enough to get her belly cleaned off before she found the mess with her little hands.
Eventually, I got a bucket of warm soapy water and gave her a mini-bath on the changing table, put her in some fresh clothes and got her to school.
When I called Ashley to tell her about the moring event, she couldn’t stop laughing at me. But, the joke was at least partially on her. I was in such a hurry to get out the door, I didn’t have too much time to clean the onesie. So I left it soaking in a bucket in her bathroom sink!
A good sport, Ashley got the surprise when she got home and rescued the outfit from turning into another rag.
