Pooper-de-Duper!

So I have some poopy stories, of course... and I hesitated sharing them, but then I decided why not? If you don't want to read it, you don't have to. But at least I'll have it on record:

Poopy Diaper Story #1 – Brian’s Dilemma
While I’m finishing up my work day, Brian watches Melanie at the house. Brian said Melanie was playing in her jumperoo when he smelled her poopy-stench. He picked her up out of the jumperoo and discovered that the poopy travelled out the back end of the diaper, seeped through her onesie and just barely missed soiling the jumperoo itself.
Brian went into Melanie’s room and laid her on the changing table, pulled out a new diaper and the wipes bin, but alas! Katie forgot to fill the diaper wipes bin. So Brian had to find the refills and unfortunately, the poopy didn’t wait. Poopy was everywhere – on the changing table, on the onesie, on Melanie, on his shirt. Brian said he was tempted to pull a Mr. Mom and wash Melanie’s bottom in the shower. He said, “This was my biggest Daddy-challenge to date.”
I rinsed out the onesie later on and I tell you – it was pretty rough. Brian walked by and gagged - which I thought was hilarious because he was able to handle it when he was by himself.

Poopy Diaper Story #2 – Karma's Revenge
Brian and I were at Babies R' Us before going to Walmart to pick up some supplies. I asked Brian if I should check Melanie’s diaper here or at Walmart, and he said it was up to me. So I decided to wait till Walmart. Then Melanie’s poopy-stench wafted to my sensitive nose and I decided to go ahead and change her there.
So while Brian went to pay for our items, I took Melanie into the bathroom. I laid her down and took the diaper off and saw about a quarter’s worth of poopy. I thought, “Wow – that’s not so bad. “ …But then I lifted her legs. That poopy travelled out the back end of the diaper again! And while I reached for the diaper wipes case, Melanie stuck her foot in it – literally. Then I opened the wipes case and saw the one, single diaper wipe. Dang it. There’s poopy everywhere – on the changing table, on the changing pad, on her feet, on her back on the onesie and I have only one wipe.
Luckily, there was a never ending supply of papertowels. (If I had waited to change her in Walmart – I would have been screwed. They have those automatic hand blowers there!) I had trouble cleaning her up because I wiped with a papertowel, then laid her back down on the soiled mat to get another paper towel wet. I was tempted to open the door and yell at Brian to get in there, but somehow I managed to wipe all the poopy away. At the end of the change, Melanie had a clean diaper and a clean new outfit and the trash bin was full of wet-poopy paper towels. I feel really really sorry for whoever had to clean that bathroom.