Ick ick ick!

Of course I like to write about the endearing little tidbits and extraordinary feats Elias surprises me with.  It IS an Elias brag blog, after all.  Some other surpises aren't so wonderful.  Still, they're part & parcel of raising a child, and posterity's sake I'll record one such episode.  Some may find this funny, but those of you who are squeemish about bodily functions should perhaps skip this one.  (TS, this means you!)

I was getting an early start on my taxes last week, and making pretty good progress.  I was hunched over typing numbers into the new tax software I'm trying this year.  Elias had been coming in and out of the office but now had wormed his way behind me in my high-backed chair, and was climbing up and down my back and playing with my hair.  I was pleased he was entertaining himself to that degree at least, and pleased with my own progress, so was very much focused on my task.  It was close to his bedtime, yes, and--was that a whiff of diaper?  But I was getting so much done!  I'd get him changed into PJs in a few minutes.  I tuned him out, picturing a stoic lioness on the savana covered with squirming, wrestling, biting cubs.  Elias started tapping me on the back of the head, then reaching way down my back under my shirt.  Focus! Focus!  Then I felt something wet at the back of my neck, followed by little fingers--was he licking me again and playing in the spit?  Just a few more numbers; focus!  Whew, what smells? Foc---HEY WAIT!  I turned around, and there stood Elias, who had somehow managed to get off his incredibly full diaper and was dabbing it--the inside of it, mind you--on the back of my neck and smearing it into my hair and down my shirt.  ICK! ICK ICK ICK!  I sprang up and whisked a surprised Elias off to the potty, stripping us both down as fast as I could, the whole time saying Ick! Ick! Ick!  After our respective shower/baths I spent well over an hour cleaning up, for he'd also stepped in his diaper and left poopy footprints around during a brief escape just after the initial discovery.  This may be the first time I was really grossed out by Elias' bodily functions; and boy, was I.  That night as I was finally getting him down, way too late, he kept repeating "ick ick ick!" chopping his forearms up and down for emphasis--not reflecting his own feelings on the matter, but just copying beloved, excitable, (smearable) Mom.

Needless to say, I still have to finish my taxes.