Everybody Poops: Things We Will Laugh About Later In Life

So for those of you unable to join us for the lovely Easter feast Bill and Cherry set out, you missed what can only be the most memorable Easter holiday and will surely be added to the family stories of 'things to tell Hunter about later down the road.' Let me explain:

Bill, Cherry, Brad, Aunt Sharon, Cousins Kate, Emily, Mark and Mark's brother Eric were all enjoying some Easter eats when Hunter woke up from his nap. I was helping Cherry put dishes away when I heard him peep so I headed up to snag him first.

Before entering the room, I peered through the keyhole to see if he was in fact awake when I saw it... Hunter rolling around in his white t-shirt with... poop smeared all over his back. I threw open the door only to be greeted by a vomit-inducing smell and Hunter completely covered in (yes) poop. I screamed for Brad.

So Daddy gets to deal with Lysol'ing the beJesus out of the (albeit borrowed) crib while I sprint Hunter to the bathroom, holding him at arm's length. Mind you he's still waking from his nap so he's quite unamused at this little circus-like act by Mommy. Ross (bless his heart) comes up to see what all the raucous is about and is forced to draw a bath for Hunter while I attempt the feat of peeling the dirty t-shirt from H's body whilst NOT touching any body parts AND trying to keep him from melting down. Ross almost starts wretching into the bathtub at the smell. Hunter had of course managed [somehow] to poop all of the way UP his back (who knew poop traveled with such force?) so I start shouting for Brad to bring wipes and please hurry and what the heck is taking him so long when... I feel something... warm... and it's Hunter peeing into my fabulous Easter high heels. I mean, what ELSE could top off this moment at this point?

I attempt to wash poop off Hunter's back while Brad finishes his hazmat cleansing of the crib and Ross barely stumbles out the door before collapsing from lack of clean air (or maybe that was me?). And Cherry being the kind soul that she is insists I don't wash down the bathroom floor -- how she found time to do that and finish being a gracious hostess is beyond me!

As we finally enter the dining room to finish Easter dinner, all of the guests are quietly attempting other subjects before I mention being peed on and it breaks with laughter. Thank GOODNESS Brad's family is so light-hearted (or thank goodness Hunter is so stinkin' cute and you can't help but laugh at even poop). Phew.