The Funny Bits

Forewarning: this entry contains poo.

This evening, after a long day's work, I picked up El and headed home.  During the ride I heard the tell tale noises that indicated a diaper change in our very near future.

Now, I am not fortunate enough to have a changing table, but we make due on the floor, on a blanket.  

I finished changing El and wrapped up her diaper.  I pulled my door closed behind me as I went across the hall to say hi to my mom.  While sitting on her bed and talking with her and playing with Elodie, I asked her if the dog needed to go outside.  She said no.  I told her that I had hoped that El hadn't pooped again.  I smelled her tush (oh come on mama's, you know you do/did this too!)  Wasn't coming from there.  Oh well, I just ignored it.

I went back across the hall to change out of work attire and saw that my door was open.  Hmm, guess it just didn't click all the way.  

The diaper was missing.

I called out for the puppy, Doc.  Mom said he was under her bed.  I went in and told her to check under the bed.  He was chewing on a white shredded mess.

The dog ate the poop.

Mom pulled him out.  His entire face was covered in poo.  

I think it may be time to invest in a Diaper Genie.  Or at least I need to remember to pick up diapers before leaving a room.

Oh the fabulous life of...