My father-in-law, a.k.a. Papa, is the sweetest man you'll ever meet. Seriously. I could not ask for a better father-in-law. He so kindly volunteers to put Jude down for his nap, so that my mother-in-law and I can go shopping.
When we get home, he explains that Jude has been talking until recently and he's not sure if he's actually asleep. Well, since I don't hear anything on the monitor, I assume he has fallen asleep. About 20 minutes later, Papa comes out to the porch to tell me Jude is awake. Dismayed by his short nap, I go to his room to get him. I open the door to my 19-month old, scrunched in the corner of his crib, buck naked. That's right, no clothes whatsoever. He looks timid and uncomfortable, as he points to a pile of poo smeared onto his sheets and says "Yuck." I am baffled by his lack of clothes, and by the fact that he's done it again. You would think the novelty would have worn off. My first thought was, "Dang, this kid is persistent. He has figured out how to take off all his clothes to get to his poop. "
But, that's not what happened. He was put down, sans clothing. Now, I really can't blame Papa. I didn't specifically tell him to put clothes on Jude before putting him down. I learned my lesson the hard way that the boy always needs pants on, or the diaper will come off, but Papa wouldn't know that...
In his typical kind manner, he volunteers to clean up the mess. I decline, so he takes Jude and cleans him up while I try to get all the excess poop out of his crib, all the while thinking that my motherhood stint has been too short to have had so much face time with poop.
