For the love of poop!

That is right...the love of poop is back. Again...if you read earlier posts from a couple months ago, you would see the problems that we have had with poopie. Ick. Would you believe that for the SECOND time in Major's young life, I have managed to run poop through my hair? That is right. Laugh it up...you all deserve a good laugh. I was changing a VERY dirty...diarrheay diaper that had exploded all over him, his sleeper, his sheets, his blankets and stuffed animals. I didn't have glasses on or my contacts in. I just got out of bed to go get him...my hair was hanging in my face...I started unzipping his sleeper, and of course, I got it ALL over my hands trying to delicately get him out of it. My hair was hanging down and getting in my mouth...so what do I do? I take "said" hand and run my fingers through it to get it to stay back. Halfway through I realize the error in my ways. Needless to say, I threw him in the tub...washed him up as the smell from my hair was gagging me with dry heaves, then got myself in the shower and washed my hair. ICK!!!!!!!!!!!!