Piddles and puddles and piles, oh my!

I sometimes let the babies crawl around naked during the last diaper change before bedtime. They enjoy the freedom and I think it’s good for their little tushies to air out a bit. Occasionally I’ve had to clean up a little puddle, but nothing much.

Until last night.

I had both Colin and Veronica upstairs while John was down doing something (dishes, making a bottle, working … already I don’t remember), so I decided I would strip them both down for bed. I took Veronica’s diaper off first, and she immediately crawled to the bedroom door, peed on the carpet and went out to play in the living room. 

So I cleaned up the little piddle on the carpet and went to change Colin. As soon as I set him down, he headed into the bathroom to play with the scale, so I quick went to check on Veronica. 

They were both doing fine, so I put a couple of clothes away and went to check on them again. I shouldn’t have waited. 

Veronica was standing at her big cube, looking very excitedly at the ground. I went to see what she was getting so happy about. It was a GIANT. Pile. of. Poop. 

GIANT! I mean, I don’t know where it all came from. It never would have all fit into a diaper. And there was my baby girl, reaching for it. Argh! I managed to snatch her up before her hand made contact, and took her into the bathroom to clean her up. 

And there I found Colin, happily rolling around in the biggest puddle of pee imaginable. It was a freaking lake. He was covered from head to toe in pee, and giggling away as he rolled through it again. (Did I mention John was downstairs?)

My hands were full of poopy Veronica, so how was I supposed to pick up pee-covered Colin? I decided pee was less of an issue, and quickly cleaned Veronica up first. By the time I got back into the bathroom for Colin, he had managed to spread the pee-puddle pretty thoroughly around the bathroom. 

At this point, John came up and after seeing the poo pile and the soaking wet Colin, figured out pretty quickly what happened — and laughed at me. But he did help clean up the mess, so I’ll forgive him. 

Oh, the joys of parenting twins.