Sinky Diaper, Part 2

So, in other Noah adventures...

Noah has also decided in the past week that if he desires not to be in his crib, he shouldn't be. I put him down for his nap earlier in the week, and sat down to check my email. About 1o minutes later, I saw a quick motion out of the corner of my eye. I looked up and saw my darling little boy standing there.

"Ah, what are YOU doing, little man?"

"I sit on couch."

"You sit on couch, eh? Well, I think it's time for your nap."

"No, Mama. I no nap. I sit on couch!"

Now, I'm no dummy. I knew if I put him back in his crib that he was just going to continue climbing out... and to be honest, I was pretty surprised it took him this long to figure out how to get out. So, I told him he could come out and sit down, but he had to lay down on the couch and watch a movie... and BE QUIET. Of course, he willingly agreed. And fell asleep within the first 15 minutes.

So, that is all just really background. The real story happened the next night. I had told Barry that Noah had started fleeing his crib, just so he was prepared for the nighttime ritual. About 8:15 or so, Kendall and I headed up to her room to read before bed, and Barry took Little Man in and got him all settled into bed. I could hear everything over the monitor that sits in the kitchen.

"Night-night, Noah. Have pretty dreams, ok?"

"Ok, Dad-dee. Night-night."

"I love you, Buddy."

"I wuf you too, Dad-dee."

Then I heard Barry come out and drop onto the couch to watch some TV. A couple of minutes later, I hear Noah babbling over the monitor.

"Dad-dee...what-a-doin'? Dad-dee...Dad-dee! I know you sit on couch! Come 'ere Dad-dee!"

Silence.

"Dad-dee! Come 'ere Dad-dee!! Pease! Come 'ere!"

Finally I hear an exasperated sigh as Barry heaves himself off the couch to see why Noah beckons. Kendall and I finish up her book, I kiss her goodnight and head downstairs...where I plop MY butt on the couch. A few minutes later Barry comes out, shaking his head and smiling a half grin mixed with confusion.

"Do you know what our son did? You'll never guess. Just guess!"

"I don't know...what?"

"I went in there, and he was standing in his crib...and he said "Here Daddy! Is for you!". So I put my hand out and he gave me something and stood there like he was totally proud of himself. I told him thank you and looked closely at it because I wasn't sure what it was. I thought it was a piece of caulk from one of the log walls...but it wasn't."

"Well, what was it?"

"Well, it was dark in there so I put my face closer to it, and as I got closer, I smelled it! It was a turd, Jenny! He handed me a turd!! I looked at him and said "Noah! Is this poop? Do you have a stinky diaper?" and he just stood there smiling and said "YES." Can you believe that??? He reached in his diaper and pulled out A TURD and handed it to me. THAT'S what he called me in there for!"

Now keep in mind, I am trying VERY hard not to laugh here because the next time something like this happens, it will surely happen to me. But seriously, folks! I could not keep it in. That was too funny to not have a complete belly-laugh over. I am still laughing with tears rolling down my face as I tell the story! I swear...this child is something else!

So needless to say, Barry washed both his and Noah's hands, changed Noah's diaper, and then got him back into bed...but not before telling him, "Dude, don't give people your poop!"