The Team
Monday evening around 9 I head upstairs to put some laundry away. Halfway up, The Scent permeates the air.
My darling, adorable, delicious daughter has pooped. Then gone to sleep.
It is still light enough in her room to see we’ve had an Escape Poop. There are telltale, um, signs on her legs, seeping through her favourite Barney pajamas. I lean over to the baby monitor and call Eric.
“Code Blue. I need backup.”
And so begins the efficient, practiced clean-up of parents: Wake Lucy up, strip her down. Eric gives her a stand-up shower while I clean off the change pad and slap fresh sheets and covers on the bed. A quick towel dry, into new pajamas, resettled with Pink Bear and a soft pink blanket from the closet, lots of kisses, and we’re out in under 10 minutes.
Back downstairs.
Carly: We work so well together, you know. We make a great team.
Eric: Yeah. Team Poop.
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We have a sleep pooper too .. its definetly something you need “The Team” for !