In the locker room after Sophia’s swim class the other day, we did our usual routine. We went to our locker got out the soap and shampoo, then to the shower area, and washed off all the chlorine. Back at our locker, I grab our bag and claim a section of bench for us. I towel off the toddler and then go digging for her clean diaper. I keep digging. I go back to the locker and rifle through the clothes I left behind. I go back to the bag. Surely I didn’t forget the ever-important poop containment system? Shit Fuck Damn! Hoping that she’ll hold it at least until we get to the car where I keep a fully stocked diaper bag I put the darling in some pink toddler sweatpants. She peed before I could get my own undergarments on. I didn’t look like she peed though because the super fleecy sweatpants didn’t change color at all, but pee was coming out of the bottom of her pant legs. She thought it was fun and started splashing in the puddle she was creating.
Sophia has developed a habit of shoving her hands in the back of her pants, sometimes on the outside of her diaper and sometimes on the inside. Yesterday, I didn’t notice what she had been doing and she came up to hand me something. I stupidly accepted the gift on blind faith. Why, why don’t people talk about these things? Why didn’t anyone ever tell me before I got pregnant that someday my child would hand me a little brown nugget that she made herself?
Thank you dear, I’ll treasure it always. I should have taken a picture of it or better yet, dry it out and make a poop nugget necklace.
