moosh in indy.

For over six months I have been able to shower by myself with no major catastrophes resulting from the wild moosh roaming the halls of our townhouse. But I’m not in my townhouse, I’m in grandpa’s house, and catastrophe struck today in the form of poo. Lots of poo.
the moosh has not really ever made a sincere effort to use the potty, it’s fun to sit on, it’s fun to stand on, it’s fun to get stuck on her head. It never really seemed that a messy diaper dampened her day unless it started to itch. It must have been itchy today.
When I got out of the shower a strong odor of poo had filled the air. Not muffled diaper poo, but free range poo. I asked the moosh to come to me and I knew I was in for a bloggable experience when I heard naked feet padding towards me instead of footie pajama feet. the moosh came in buck naked holding a diaper which appeared harmless, harmless only because this was the new diaper she was trying to put on herself. There was poo crammed between her cheeks and under her fingernails, it must have been really itchy. She tried to push past me shouting “BUBBLE BATH BUBBLE BATH” knowing how repulsive just about everyone would find her in this state. I picked her up (at this point we’re both buck naked but at least one of us is poo free for the moment) and took her in to wipe off the major remains of poo before putting her in the tub. I keep the wipes out of reach because a past time of the moosh is to pull every single wipe out one by one. When the moosh couldn’t reach the wipes while I unassumingly took a shower she sat down on the carpet and scooted along like a dog trying to get it’s goodies off.
Poo smears, all over the floor.
Get the kid clean first, then you can worry about poo smears.
After the kid had come clean I realized that I hadn’t even found the actual diaper she had taken off in the first place. Let the hunt begin.
Found it.
With her jammies, behind the table.
I shall never shower in peace again.
Poo.