Adventures in Logansitting

Saturday was Logan’s birthday party at our house. Check out Megan’s post for some photos. My story begins several hours before the party began. Megan went to the scrapbooking store and I was home with the kids. Connor and Logan were both down for naps so they could be well-rested for the party. Napping is critical for a shiny, happy evening. Around 4pm, Connor was still fighting sleep after 2 hours in bed. I went to his room to convince him that sleeping is good. I laid down with him and convinced him to close his eyes and be still. Within about 20 seconds he was twitching and breathing heavy as he drifted off to sleep.

About this time I heard Logan whining from the other room as he woke up. I was still l in Connor’s bed (on the top bunk) hoping he would not be disturbed by Logan. I managed to creep and creak my way down off the top bunk without waking Connor up. I was feeling proud of myself for getting Connor to sleep. Logan had stopped crying and I thought maybe he was asleep again. I was wrong.

Logan began crying again with a little more insistance this time.  I went to his room to get him out of bed. He was sitting up and I noticed a pile of chunks on his sheets. Oh no, I thought to myself. He is sick and threw up in his bed. No wonder he woke up. But as I got closer I smelled the truth. Logan had some kind of super-duper diaper blow-out. It had leaked out of diaper and onto his bed and clothes. He had also managed to rub it on his hands and face. Great, this is wonderful. To top it off, he was already in his nice party clothes.

I snatched him up and headed straight to the bath tub. I was trying to be quiet since the bathroom shares a wall with Connor’s room and he had just fallen asleep. I stripped of Logan’s soiled clothing and overloaded diaper. Logan splashed in the water while I rinsed him. About the time he was covered in suds, he slipped and hit his head on the side of the tub. It wasn’t hard but I knew he would cry. I didn’t want this to wake Connor so I leaned down quickly to scoop up Logan. Leaning over, I realized that during his fall, Logan had pulled the shower switch. So now, water is spraying on my head and Logan is soapy, wet and bawling. In one motion, I wrapped Logan in a towel and switched off the water. I rushed to the other end of the house to preserve the peace for Connor. After a few minutes, Logan calmed down and I rinsed off the soap and dressed him. And through all this, Connor never woke.

Megan was only gone from the house for about an hour but her timing was impeccable. I’ll be sure to remind her of this event the next time I want to go to Fry’s by myself.

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2 Responses to Adventures in Logansitting

  1. maggie inlow says:

    this is the funniest story ever. I am laughing out loud. This would make a great scene in some movie.

  2. Janelle Thurman says:

    This is priceless! Reminds me of the time when you were about 18 months old and you unloaded in the bathtub at the cabin. To make this really hysterical, you were sharing the bath with Gina and she freaked!

    Every parent has a horrible poop story. It’s one of those shared experiences that bond parents.

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