When Poop Meets Painting...Chaos Ensues

I'm alive!!!  It's true and I have a Little Rocker story for you, so sit back and relax.  Parents of toddlers are going to enjoy this one.

If you can relate, please give any and all advice.  RJ and I are hoping and praying that this is not a new trend in our naptime routine.


It all started on a quite Sunday afternoon.  Football was playing in the background, Mommy was finally getting a shower in, and Daddy was putting the children down for a nap so he could enjoy the Bills game...

Around 1:00 pm, Monkey Man snuggled into his big boy bed like a champ {and then quietly moved to his recliner} for a long rest with Slater, his favorite stuffy friend.  Little Rocker nestled into his bed as well and we assumed he also fell sweetly asleep - but you know what they say about when you assume...

Around 2:30 pm I heard what sounded like Little Rocker playing in his room and I decided to check on him to see if he wanted to play in the family room.  From time to time he decides that a nap is out of the question but he still prefers to play alone with his toys until Monkey Man wakes up.

What I found in his bedroom was the most disgustingly horrifying thing I've seen in a long, long time.

Little Rocker was covered in poop.

Covered.

I mean covered.

He had a full hour and a half and he apparently took full advantage of his poop-dough playtime.

There was poop from his fingertips to his elboys and his toes to his knees.  I immediately started calling RJ and just kept saying "Oh my God, this is so disgusting, oh my God."  I never actually went into Little Rocker's room but I could see the thick brown patches all over his carpet, throughout his entire train set neighborhood, covering his bench.  It appeared to be everywhere.

I told him not to touch anything and to walk slowly into the bathroom, thankfully just next to his room, for a bath - which turned into a shower because it was so caked onto his skin.

RJ then went into Little Rocker's room to inspect and found both closet doors covered in brown as was Little Rocker's bedroom door.  Parts of his adorable dresser that I upholstered myself were also covered in poop.  RJ started strubbing the doors while I gave Little Rocker the shower of a lifetime and scolded him for "painting in poop," it's a little difficult to scold a toddler {by the way} when you don't even want to touch him!

It took about two hours to completely clean and disinfect Little Rocker's bedroom and I think I'm going to disinfect again this evening just for good measure.  By the time we were done cleaning Monkey Man was waking up, so I took Little Rocker into Monkey Man's room to talk about what he was thinking.  I never got any reasoning out of him, since he's only three, but he definitely was able to tell me he knew he wasn't supposed to do anything with poop other than sit on the potty with it!  I asked him to say he was sorry to us and he was a little reluctant, so I told him he'd have to sit in timeout if he didn't say sorry to mommy and daddy.  At that point he sweetly said "I wanna say sow-dee to Daddy!"

I also told him I'd take all the toys out of his room if he ever did anything like that again.  His reaction was so cute!  His little fists balled up and he yelled in his tiny elf voice, "NO, MOMMY!  THOSE IS MY TOYS IN MY ROOM!!!"  I responded with "No, Little Rocker, the toys in your room are actually mine and if you do this again I'm going to take all of them," so he said "Ok, Mommy.  I still sow-dee."

::heart melts""