Warning! This is gross but I have to share...if only to document for Noah's future embarrassment! I have heard those who take care of alcoholics are similar to a parent of a young child. It was no truer than this morning when I went into the bathroom and found, with blurry morning vision, what might look like a crime-scene. As my eye began to clear, I realized there had not been a murder and what I was seeing was not blood but fecal-matter! I had to get all CSI to figure it all out. There was a trail coming from the toilet leading to the door. That's right, for the toilet not to! From what I can gather, I would say Noah went to the bathroom sometime late and did his business in the toilet as the rim was smeared with it. He got off the toilet and was not done so he must have dropped one on the floor, subsequently stepping in it, smearing and tracking it all across the floor. After cleaning all that up and finally getting to do what I came to do, there is the haunting realization of what awaits me on my child in the other room. Ugh! Do they make a 12 step program for toddlers?!
