Who Does That?

Both yesterday and today, Benjamin has decided to go to the bathroom as we start his dinner. Yesterday we had to stop so he could "finish", then we changed the diaper and came back to eating. Today was a bit different. 

I should have caught on when it didn't take him as long to "finish", so I didn't think that he had gone to the bathroom. After a little while of him acting very weird, I figured I'd lift the table from his seat to smell him. I didn't have to smell him, I saw it. So I quickly took him to the changing table and called Norm to help me on my way - this was going to require a bath. 

This was my view when I laid him down. Who does that? How do you overflow your diaper like this? 

His face should have been a warning that poop was going to take over and reign for a bit. 

I unbuttoned the onsie to find out that underneath those two circles was a nice thick layer of poop. There was no way on earth that I was going to get that shirt over his head without involving poop going in his eyes and mouth. So, just like at the operating room, I called "scissors!" Norm took off running to the kitchen (because in the midst of all this, Benjamin was moving and grabbing his legs and trying to roll around). Norm quickly came back with the scissors and we cut the shirt. Yes, we cut the shirt. Straight down the middle - good thing it was already on the small side. Then I carefully took it off one arm at a time. 

Now we had a baby with a nasty butt. Norm had already drawn the bath but there was no way on earth I could put him in a tub of water that was going to quickly become a tub of poop (there was so much poop all over his areas). So we went to the bathroom and I grabbed him by his armpits as Norm poured water on him to wash off the obnoxious amounts of poop. Benjamin was having a blast! He was doing his little happy dance floating up in the air and laughing. 

Finally we got the situation under control to where I could continue on with a normal bath.

Only to get back to the changing table and find poop had managed to fling onto the wall. Good thing we got that washable paint for the nursery! 

After all this adventure was over and Benjamin was finally in his PJ's, we went back to his chair to finish dinner. I am pretty sure he was traumatized because he wouldn't eat. He actually managed to get the (quite violent) hiccups. Perhaps this adventure made him tired because we went back to his room, put his wearable blanket on and he was out by the time we finished our prayers.