Monday, May 10, 2010

Pigpen



There is a reason that we call Ben, Pigpen. There really is no story behind this one. Just a loving picture. I gave him dinner and well, this is what he looked like when he finished.






Go look at your son

It was moving day. Our stuff had FINALLY arrived from Alaska! Granted it was late, stuff was broken, and other things missing, that didn't matter. Our stuff was here.

I was checking off boxes as they were pulled out, James was in the house telling the movers where to put stuff. Kayla was sitting with me outside and we put Ben in his pack 'n play on the porch. This way he couldn't get under foot, hurt, sun burned (he was in the shade). Perfect plan, so I thought.

He ate lunch and made a huge mess. It was really hot out so we left him in his diaper in the PNP. At about 1:00 things were winding down and everyone was relaxing, taking a moment to eat lunch. I was getting things ready to finish with the off load when Benny got my attention. He yelled for me, took his diaper off, hung it over the side of the PNP and dropped it. I laughed, went and got J, and told him to go look at his son. He peaked in and laughed for a minute. I went in the house to get him a new diaper. I walked over to Ben and noticed the smell of poop. OH NO! He took his diaper off and then pooped?!? No. He had pooped, then took his diaper off and threw it on the porch. There was poop down his legs, all over his toys that were in there and on his hands. I pulled him out and scrubbed him down. Then busted out the disinfectant. I just threw the toys away because hey, no toy is worth that!!

No one was in shock, it was just another day with Benji.
 
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