I vaguely remember hearing Joshua waking up around 7 am today.  I had just finished feeding Savanna 10 minutes before that, so I was totally sleepy and groggy.  I poked Cliff, asking him to go check on Joshua.  He grunted in acknowledgement.  I fell back asleep.

When I woke up again, it was 8 am.  Cliff was sound asleep beside me.  I can hear rustling in the living room.  My mind was trying to make sense of what’s going on.  Did Cliff go check on Joshua and take him to the potty?  What’s that noise in the living room?

I got up and went to the living room.  There was Joshua, standing on his high chair, the top half of his body on the dining room table, reaching for the plate of cookies for Santa, with chocolate already smeared all over his face.  Last night, we had taken a bite of a cookie and put it back on the plate, pretending that Santa took that bite, so we can show it to Joshua in the morning.  But it was too late.  He already ate that half eating cookie by the time I saw him.

He turned around and saw me, and he wasn’t quite sure if he was in trouble.  He said, “Mommy?” with a question mark at the end.  I wasn’t mad at him.  I was about to say, hey, did you see Santa took a bite of the cookie you made?  But as I walked closer to him, I smelled something pretty foul.

My brain was still in first gear, trying to warm up.  What is that smell?

As if Joshua read my mind, he said, “I made a mess”.  He would say that if he has had a potty accident.

It turned out that he had pooped and peed in his pants.  What I smelled was, um, you know…his poop.  I have no idea how long ago he pooped.  It was all over his backside, down his legs, and everywhere inside his pyjama pants.  Obviously when I poked Cliff at 7 am, he grunted and fell back asleep as well.  Neither of us had taken Joshua to the potty.  So I woke up Cliff and gave him a piece of my mind because I am unreasonable like that.

Merry Christmas, everyone!  Our place stinks on Christmas morning.  Literally.