It started when I went to change Scotland’s diaper moments after I saw him fill it. As I went to take off his pants I came out with poo all over my hand. This happened several more times as I tried to undress him and clean him up. Then off to the shower we went. As I held my naked boy with one hand, turning on the shower with the other, he peed all over the newly laundered rug. After a quick shower I proceeded to dry him and myself and then to put a diaper on him- least more mishap occur. There’s always the question of who to dress first. He never wants to be dressed and would prefer to crawl around naked. But it’s cold here. However fighting a little naked runaway while naked is also not pleasant. I dress myself first. As I pull out some clothes for him to wear from the laundry basket in my room, I realize that the red sweater I washed stained nearly every other item in the batch. Darn. Then it’s the wrestle of putting on clothes, clipping weeks-neglected tiny toe nails, and lathering his poor eczema inflicted body with lotion. Then he went down for a nap, and I went to clean his soiled clothes. Sigh!