Dawit is making so much progress. He is doing so well. Considering he has only been with us a little over 100 days, he is making huge strides.
Can you tell I am trying hard to convince myself?
It has been about 5 years since Blake was in diapers. I haven’t touched any other person’s poop since then. I was pretty happy about that.
But Dawit has had several special ways of ending that streak. It has only happened a few times but, strangely enough, circumstances have put me in the clean-up role each time.
This time, Georgia and Blake were at Christmas play practice. I woke Dawit up from his nap and reminded him to go to the bathroom. I went to fix a soda while he did. I realized he hadn’t gotten up yet so I went back in the room and told him it was time to wake up and play.
I told him to come downstairs but he told me he needed to wash. I assumed he meant his hands. So I went in and asked him why his pants were off. He tried to lift his leg and show me what he had done and he fell down butt first right at the door of his room – leaving a perfect gluteal imprint on the white carpet.
I figured out what he needed to wash pretty quickly.
So I spent the next hour bathing him, emptying poopy trash, washing rugs with disgusting footprints, washing surfaces with stinky handprints and cleaning carpets with brown buttprints.
It was great.
He’s four. I guess things happen. Things happen to him a lot.
I try to remind myself that he’s been through more than most but when you are elbow deep in excrement, it is hard to maintain a peaceful, thoughtful disposition.
He has reached so many milestones that have been huge. I just wish one of them would be to stop pooping on himself and our rugs.
When he reaches that milestone, I will be truly happy.
I think I’m going to go wash my hands again. You can never be too careful.