Om nom nom--- Poop.

Well, it has happened. My kid has eaten poop. I'm kind of sad that I didn't get any pictures. I think I was just too freaked out. And let's face it, it was pretty darn disgusting. Brock was supposed to be peacefully sleeping. I heard him in his crib talking but decided I would see if he would go back to sleep. Several minutes later I walked by his room and smelled a strong poop smell. I made mental note that I needed to take out his garbage and went about doing my thing. Wait a minute. I just took  the garbage out earlier that morning.  Huh weird. Then it hit me. I peeked in and saw it. All over. To make matters worse he apparently thought he should dip his binki in the mess like it was sugar. He was chomping away; poop covered and all. Isn't that so sick. I won't lie, it was pretty horrific. All over him, his sheets, his blanket, and even his bumper pads. After I got him all nice and bathed, I did the inevitable and started cleaning up the mess. As I was cleaning up, well, he fell down our stairs. Heaven help me.