Yamaka Poop!

So you are probably curious as to why I titled this post "Yamaka Poop!" This afternoon my visiting teachers came over to visit and right before they were about to leave, Hayden pooped. Paul is home today, so I handed her off to him so I could say goodbye and walk them to the door. Shortly after saying goodbye, I hear Paul calling my name in a nervous voice. So I walk into Hayden's room only to find a huge pile of poop on the back of her head! Don't ask me how it happened, because I still don't get it. The first thing I thought was, "I need to get a picture for my blog" but when I said, "Paul" and started laughing, I scared Hayden and she started crying. So instead, I wiped as much off with a baby wipe as I could and comforted her. I then promptly shampooed her head! So, sorry readers, you will not be be able to see the Yamaka poop on the back of her head. Paul does not believe this is an accurate presentation of the story, so here is his version.

First off let me preface my remarks with a little background into how I arrived at this rather odd situation. I had just returned from the gym and was getting out of the shower when Kristine came knocking on our bedroom door. She showed me the back of Hayden and on her onesie I noticed a small yellow/brown circle, about the size of a quarter. This indicated that it was a small breach in diaper security and wouldn't require an in depth, costly process to clean it up. I placed Hayden on her stomach, in an attempt to keep her changing table cover clean, and rolled her onesie up over her head. I was very careful, or so I thought, to keep the poop mark from touching her head. I removed the onesie, changed her diaper and then I looked down at the changing table to see a smudge of poop where Hayden's head had been. I wondered in open, vocal amazement, "How on earth did that get there?" I then turned Hayden around to take her out of her room when I saw "it!" Staring me mischievously in the eye was round, brown (notice the "Baby Got Back" reference, but don't worry, it is not at all related to the theme of the song) piece of fecal refuse, a little larger than a silver dollar and approximately 1/4 of an inch high! I nervously called for Kristine to come and help. When she entered the room she began to exude extremely loud and unqualified laughter that resulted in my poor baby wailing as if she were dying. Kristine wiped off the poop and was ready to leave it at that, but I insisted that she needed her head clean. After a moment of grief, I won and my daughter's head smells better, much better, than it did before.

Let me qualify his remarks by saying, I insisted her head be washed!