Inbox Delights!

Carrie had an interview today. Nana, Pop-Pop, and Jama came to the Shane-care rescue.

To keep Shane out of a car seat they came to our house to play.

This is the email from Nana that found it's way into my inbox later:

"We had a wonderful time at your house today playing with Shane and then took him for a delicious lunch at Chick-Fil-A. After he finished eating, I took him to play in the climbing fort there. I cheered for him each time he went down the slide.

After some while, Shane went up high and refused to come down. I should have been suspicious when the other kids evacuated the climbing fort.

Pop-Pop came in and said we're going to be late, that Carrie wanted Shane back home in bed by the time of her phone interview at 1:30. Pop-Pop tried to talk Shane down, but he still would not come.

We became suspicious.

I yelled up, "Shane, you are NOT pooping... are you?"

As I climbed up to get him, the awful poop smell got stronger and stronger. No wonder the other kids left!

I wished I hadn't stopped Pop-Pop from getting a spare pull-up before we left! There was NO way I wanted Shane in the van smelling like that. So I took him to the bathroom to clean the poop off his butt with a bunch of wet napkins and wet paper towels.

Both stalls were occupied and I didn't see a changing table, so I proceeded to clean him up in the standing up position.  Never try that at home. He is a moving target!

Imagine my surprise when we got in the van to drive him home and I noticed poop on the front of my shirt, my jacket and pants!

Always empathetic, Pop-Pop said, "At least I didn't get poop on MY clothes" and "I wonder if she got it in her hair?" Did I mentioned that I took a bath, washed my hair and put on clean clothes before Pop-Pop, Jama and I came over to play with Shane?

We still had a GREAT time, though.

Love,
Mom"

I love hearing Shane stories from other people. There's also a since of pride whenever people smile and laugh about my boy's antics (and when he gets poop on Nana apparently).

I guess Shane believes he owns Chick-Fil-A's program now that he's marked it!

*I added some spaces to Nana's email so that it would read easier than a big block of text. Here is it in it's original form for authenticity's sake!
 
We had a wonderful time at your house today playing with Shane and then took him for a delicious lunch at Chick-Fil-A. After he finished eating, I took him to play in the climbing fort there. I cheered for him each time he went down the slide. After some while, Shane went up high and refused to come down. I should have been suspicious when the other kids evacuated the climbing fort. Pop-Pop came in and said we're going to be late, that Carrie wanted Shane back home in bed by the time of her phone interview at 1:30. Pop-Pop tried to talk Shane down, but he still would not
come. We became suspicious. I yelled up, "Shane, you are NOT pooping... are you?" As I climbed up to get him, the awful poop smell got stronger and stronger. No wonder the other kids left! I wished
I hadn't stopped Pop-Pop from getting a spare pull-up before we left! There was NO way I wanted Shane in the van smelling like that. So I took him to the bathroom to clean the poop off his but with a bunch of wet napkins and wet paper towels. Both stalls were occupied and I didn't see a changing table, so I proceeded to clean him up in the standing up position. Never try that at home. He is a moving target! Imagine my surprise when we got in the van to drive him home and I noticed poop on the front of my shirt, my jacket and pants! Always empathetic, Pop-Pop said, "At least I didn't get poop on MY clothes" and "I wonder if she got it in her hair." Did I mentioned that I took a bath, washed my hair and put on clean clothes before Pop-Pop, Jama and I came over to play with Shane? We still had a GREAT time, though.
Love,
Mom

My reply was:

Blogging!

He does love that climbing fort at Chick-Fil-A!! Now he's marked it as his territory!

Love you! Thank you so much for the help!

-Mike