Seriously. Apparently, our dear boy is at the digging-in-the-diaper-and-fishing-out-the-poop stage. I walk into his bedroom, smell it first, then see it. The little rabbit pellets everywhere. On the floor, in the crib. and I say, "Oh, boy buddy."
Then he looks up and says, "I sink." Yes, dear son... you do stink.
I was at home this morning and he did it. I washed everything and him...yet, I could still smell poop. I swear our house smells like we run a zoo.
Then our nanny called me about five hours later. He went fishing again during his nap. She suggested I buy footed, zip-up pajamas to prevent him from actually getting to his diaper. Genius. I have ordered four pairs.
Although, he hates footed pjs... but not as much as I hate nomadic poop. He will wear the jammies and like them.
I cannot handle this. I cannot. Help me! As if poop isn't bad enough, when contained. Poop should stay in diaper. POOP SHOULD STAY IN DIAPER!!