pooplosion

yesterday, while i was getting her bath ready, lauren had a pooplosion, a really really big one! michael, absent of course, was out picking up our chinese food (yes im on a diet dammit and no chinese isnt really supposed to be part of it). so i lean her back to take off her diaper (in the middle of the living room) and poop squished right out of the back, alot of poop squished out of the back, im talking record breaking amounts. when i realized this i tried to scoot her over out of the puddle of poo (it followed us) and she, never one to pass up an opportunity to make things slightly more difficult, grabbed a hold of the poopy diaper and tried to fling it around. so then i am still holding her by the ankles with one hand trying to scoot her further away from the poop puddle (leaving a poop trail) and grab the soiled diaper with the other hand. by this point the amount of poop covering my beautiful daughter was beyond wiping so i just picked her up out of the poo and plopped her in the bath. so i start scrubbing and about this time i hear michael coming in. (keep in mind i didnt have a chance to clean up the living room) i wanted to warn him so i start screaming from the bathroom "honey lauren had an accident" keep in mind, in the living room floor, there is one large puddle of poo followed by a streak of poo then a large spot of poo, another streak of poo, and one last large spot of poo. he said what kind of accident? "well its in the living room" then i start hearing "oh my god oh my god what the hell oh my god how did this happen" so then i start screaming from the bathroom again "get a picture get a picture" but he just doesnt find the humor in these things nor does he see them as kodak moments like i do so he didnt take a picture he just cleaned it up... so lame! i guess i could draw out a diagram for those of you interested lol