Okay, this post is not for the faint of heart ...

As I was in the kitchen this morning cleaning up the dishes that had accumulated over the weekend, I heard Rachael yell to put some pants on Nick.  Knowing that he HAD pants on a few minutes before, I had that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.  OH NO!!!!  Giving him the benefit of doubt, I calmly asked him if he needed to go potty.  "I already did!" was the response as he held up his arm which was COVERED in poop from the tips of his fingers to his elbow!  Gasping, I asked him if he had gotten it anywhere else (dumb question!)  His response ... "On sissy's wall!"  As I was carrying him to the bathroom and preparing him for the bathtub, Rachael went to scope out the damage.  Her shriek gave me the confirmation that I was hoping to avoid.  After his bath, I gathered up every anti-bacterial cleaner I could find.  There was poop smeared ALL over the bedroom wall, Rachael's bed, sheets, door frame, a towel laying on her floor, and a trail into the hallway.  Pointing to the towel, he informed me in the sweetest, most angelic little voice, "I'm sorry Mommy, I tried to clean it up."  In the midst of the most disgusting job of being a mom, I just wanted to grab him up and kiss him!  God sure knew what he was doing when he made them so adorable!  I can't wait until I never have to worry about cleaning poop off the wall again, and yet, I pray that I'll keep that sweet little boy young forever!