Eeeewwww! Worst Mommy Moments

I got a call from my daughter a week or so ago, with her "worst Mom moment ever". Grandson had been feeling a bit under the weather, and experienced loose bowels. He was wearing footy pajamas... and filled the footies!

It reminded me of my worse Mommy moment... presented to me by the same (my only) daughter when she was about 10 months old. She had been taking a nap in her crib in her bedroom. Knowing it was about time for her to be awake, and knowing she usually played quietly after waking, I peeked in on her.

The moment I opened the door, I knew things were going to be bad. The smell! AAAWWWWWGH!
Standing happily in her crib waving to me, her bright blue eyes were peering out of a dark brown face. Apparently, darling daughter had been awake quite awhile. She had not only stripped down to access her "art materials", she had 'decorated' the rails of her crib, as much of the bedroom wall as she could reach, her arms and legs and face and hair.

Oh yeah, worst mommy moment ever. It even beat fishing the "crunchy parts" of a June bug out of Daniel's mouth. (He had swallowed all the soft bits. *gag*)

I "chatted" online with my DIL over the last few days. She was telling me that her male child- MY grandson!- is indeed "his father's child". He had come up to her ind told her to sniff his fingers. (One should be wary of three year old fingers at any time... !)
He had been scratching his "anatomy". Unfortunately for DIL, he hasn't quite got the "wiping" thing perfected.
She just THOUGHT that was the worst thing all week.

Living in warm south Texas, DIL has been letting Grandson run about in his all together. He is still working on potty training, and they do live way out in the country. So Grandson tinkles on trees and gets an all over tan. DIL looked out to see him squatting in the driveway. While tinkling outside is fine, there are some things he has to learn to do inside, in the potty. She started out the door to get Grandson, and clean up his mess. She was a bit too late. Their doggy decided it was snack time. *gag*
DIL had just had lunch, and doggy's treat was just too much for her. Lunch reversed itself, all over the porch. Now she had another mess to clean up.
First things first. She cleans up Grandson. He goes off to play while she sets about cleaning off the porch.
Grandson returns, telling my DIL "Boo-boo, boo boo!" holding up his fingers. Being a busy, distracted Mommy, intent on cleaning up a vile mess, she kisses his the boo boo on his fingers.

Only to discover he was not saying "boo boo".