Poopy Hands

Because I think I've shared just about every good poopy story with you, it just wouldn't be right to not talk about the latest poop development: poopy hands. I'm not sure when exactly it started, but I do know it's been going on too long (twice is really too long and it's been plenty more than that). If Michael or I do not get to Nate's poopy diaper right away, he will. He will reach around and grab a handful of its contents and then show us. Sometimes it's better than that, he will go around grabbing other things first. Well, as I sit here after another poopy hands incident, I don't know whether to laugh or cry. This time it happened in his room, when he was supposed to be napping [on a side note I had already been up there once before because he had locked himself in the closet and was screaming]. All I know is that if he doesn't outgrow this soon, I might be trying to find 3T onesies...or a straight jacket.