Crappy New Year

So it’s January 2nd and Violet just produced the most impressive craptastrophe of her toddler career thus far. It all began when she started throwing dry cat food into the water dish. When I went to pick her up, I noticed a rather pungent smell and a stain on the foot of one side of her pajamas. And I thought, “No way. Did she just poop all the way down her leg?” Of course she had. I gave her a bath, but not before I managed to get poop all over the comforter and myself. The most horrific task was reaching down the leg of the pajamas to turn them inside out before putting them in the washer. I have a strange sense of accomplishment because I managed *not* to throw up from the smell. Whoo-hoo.