I probably stared at him, blinking, for a full minute, while repeating over and over, "I don't even know what to do with that." Finally I figured out I should wipe his hands first so I could at least pick him up, so I did that, then cleaned him off with wipes and finally in the sink. Oh, the horror. How glad am I I wasn't nauseated at the time-! Then I had to clean the poo off the playpen and all the toys. Good times. The next time you visit friends with small children, keep in mind pretty much everything in their house has been touched by their child's bodily fluids. It just has.
This morning we had playpen time again, and once again, naked Bumpus, pee all over the playpen. Sigh. So I figured out to put a pair of well-fitting pants over his diaper so he can't slide his hands into it, or take it off. This seemed to work. Now to clean everything again.
Yesterday I met one of my meet up group friends at the creek park. I've decided since my meetup groups are falling apart, to instead connect with the friends I've made there privately. We had the usual chaotic toddler play date - kids all over the place, chasing them around while leaving our open purses unattended and leaving a trail of cracker crumbs, sippy cups and child shoes behind us. Her sixteen month old was a wealth of language - knew the names of everything and had full on conversations with his mother. Made me once again feel like we're seriously behind, and made me wonder what I should be doing differently to encourage B to talk. But then part of me feels like, just as with the walking and sleeping, he'll do it when he's good and ready.
In the meantime, I bought these at the Dollar store today. Really, is there anything on earth more ghetto than waiting at the register at the Dollar store with ten pregnancy tests, while pushing your toddler in a stroller? I think not.