Yesterday:
Rebekah and I were playing in Nana’s car (one of Rebekah’s favorite games). I smelled some gas and asked her if she needed to go to the potty. She, of course, said no. We kept playing. Then, she said she needed her jeans unbuttoned. I assumed she had an itchy bum and unbuttoned them. She then needed her zipper undone, too. I should have been suspicious at this point…moving on, she reaches into her panties and pulls out… a whole pile of poop!!!!!! Now, remember, we are in Nana’s car- I should mention that the previous day I had left a Coke on her Turkish (read that VERY expensive) rug and it had gotten kicked over. So, afraid if poop were spread over her car I might never be invited back, I moved quickly. Clearly Rebekah was about to drop it all, so with cat-like reflexes, I reached under her hands and caught the various doo-doo balls as they tumbled from her smeared hands. One did go astray, but I sniffed it out and rounded it up, but not before Rebekah, in utter disgust, wiped her poopy hand across Nana’s console. Praise the Lord that it was fairly easy to clean up.
Today:
Luke has been crazy-fussy (aka “unsettled” in Scotland) these past few days, and especially today. He napped very little, which is strange for him, and I will admit it has been very HOT here. He has gotten up sweaty a couple times! Anyway, we had plans to go to a family friends’ house for dinner tonight. We decided we would nap him there for his 3rd nap. However, the pack n play is older and I couldn’t get it undone, so we decided Luke could nap on a blanket on the floor. So, when he was ready, I took him back and laid him on the floor, next to the bed. He cried hard at first, but then stopped. We could hear him when he was crying from the living room, so when we couldn’t hear him after a few minutes, all was well. However, we moved to the kitchen and out of earshot, I guess. When I took Rebes back to potty (praise the Lord this one went in the toilet), I heard him crying, pretty hard, again. 
So, I got her done quickly and went in. Bless his heart, he had rolled under the bed and was stuck and every time he tried to lift his head (to cry), he hit it on the bed rail! I pulled out a very mad baby- he was drenched in sweat, his hair was curled, and his face was beet red! I am glad to report that he was quickly consoled and is now sleeping peacefully in a crib!
So, best or worst mom? You decide.
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I vote for BEST! I say that as I see your ability to be flexible and roll with the punches develop -I’m proud of you! I’m sorry about Phyllis’ car but would love to know what was going on in Rebekah’s little mind all of that time! Poor little Lukey bonking his head under the bed – he just didn’t know what to do to get somebody to rescue him!!
BEST BEST BEST. To have attempted the poop-catching event at all puts you in that category…I’d have maybe just yelled for yelp and had someone else do that part??? I’m feeling your pain on the no napping thing of course–and one time I was training Ty to sleep in a pack n play pre-trip and he was wailing for longer than normal (he was actually 8 months old!) and when I finally went into his room, he was trapped under the little tiny matress and hitting his head repeatedly on the bars that form the floor of the pack and play. Nice.
Ha! And as for Luke, you described him so well and what he must have looked like. I certainly felt for you in the moment when you discovered him. Eek!
As for me, my vote is BEST as well.
BEST…hands down. And Danny laughed and laughed at the poop story…we obviously have not gotten to the point where that could be our reality.
Happy Christmas and New Year!
Of course, no question…. BEST!!! I nearly peed my pants reading the poop story and TOTALLY feel your pain!
You caught poop in your bare hands. EWWW! You win. Hands down! Or maybe that’s Hands Out.
Ick!