Apparently, the running theme the boys are going with this week is POOP. Why stop something they love? As many people know, I duct tape the boys diapers religiously because they strip and take off their diapers. Thankfully, this method has always worked well for us, no matter how odd it may seem to some. The past month, the stripping has been at a minimum. I thought they were showing growth and maturity – or something like that, when really, they were just waiting for me to put my guard down. I almost didn’t tape them at nap time today, but I looked into their devious eyes and went ahead and taped them up.

I am feeling under the weather and actually fell asleep when they did, which never happens. Todd had a half day and went to pick up Taylor and do some errands. When Todd walked in their room upon returning home, I heard “No. No. Seriously. What is wrong with you two! I’m not happy!” This was followed by lots of laughter. Spoiler alert: Todd wasn’t the one laughing.  These hoodlums pooped, stripped, and played in it, although the order in which that happened will never be clear.  That spot you see on Jackson’s sweet forehead in the above picture – poop. It was a manure massacre. There was poop on the beds, sheets, and walls. There was poop on blankets, Mickey Mouse dolls, and Minions. There was poop smeared into the carpet. There was poop on the bureau, in which their dirty duct taped diapers were placed on the top shelf. There was poop on their faces and massaged into their hair like it was some kind of exotic spa treatment. Needless to say, the adults weren’t exactly happy. We divided and conquered. I bathed the fecal twins as Todd began to clean the room. They served a long time out and glared at me the entire time. While doing a check of their room later and scrubbing the carpets, I found a hidden crap ball behind a bed. Thankfully the heat wasn’t on today.