Waste management

I had a friend who described her job as a SAHM as a waste management specialist. (Please note I am writing this blog post as Susanna Rose does her best to poop through her diaper on my belly.). Yesterday I had to giggle at that thought. 

We went to a friend's house for a Memorial Day cookout. All the kids were outside playing when all the older girls came running in shouting in their little girly voices, "ewwwww....Jackson (Kirby's bestie and partner-in-crime) has dog poop on him. Eewwww!!!!"  I grabbed wipes and got them to Jackson's dad when I thought to myself that there is no way that Kirby wasn't involved in this somehow. I went to check it out and saw gnats and flies swarming around his feet and hands. Yep. He had dog poop on him too.  Boys!!!!   These two are going to do us in!!!!  Jackson was screaming and crying about it and Kirby could have cared less. He had Chick Hicks clutched in his hands and that was all he could care about. He had dog poop on his hands, feet, shirt and shorts. In stepped waste management. I stripped him down to his diaper and cleaned off the dog poop. He was telling me that "I put dog poop in trash....I put dog poop in trash."  All I can put together is that they both stepped in it as they were playing and that Kirby picked it up to throw it away.  Well, that is at least what I'm going with. Im not going to believe that he was playing with it. Then he informed me that he needed his diaper changed. Got that poop cleaned up and then I heard that audible newborn poop from across the room. Yep. Susanna Rose pooped too. Got her cleaned up an then I took my employee of the month award from indiana's waste management team. Job well done, mom!!!!