Since Tate has been walking, the easiest way to get his diaper off for bath time is to stand him up -- often on the floor right in front of the tub -- and just pull the flaps off the diaper and let gravity do the rest. When the diaper hits the floor, just roll it up, move it aside and pop the Tot in the tub. Obviously the rules are different for poopy diapers, where the full changing table routine must be applied.
Last night when Jenny was taking off Tate's diaper for bath time, she discovered he'd dropped a secret load that we never detected, which is very rare since he started eating real food. She kinda freaked when the diaper hit the floor, so she scrambles to get it out of the way and into a proper receptacle and leaves Tate standing there for a moment, grinning.
Good time for a walk, he decides. So off he goes, off the tile that's next to the tub and onto the carpet, where he promptly loses his balance and plops down on his butt in that cute way that toddlers do.
Now I didn't see any of this, but I heard Jenny scream. When she pulled him up, still smiling and laughing, there was a poopy butt-print on our rug that looked almost like a little brown heart. I told her that Tate was showing us he loved us. I wanted to leave it there and take a picture, but Jenny wasn't as impressed and started cleaning it immediately.
I can now say with authority that garden-variety poop cleans up pretty easily off the carpet. I can't speak for diarrhea or other weird poop, but basic brown comes up easily. We have a speckled berber carpet, so no one will ever notice. Which is a shame, because it would have been a great story for years.
Jenny just has no sense of history.
2 years ago