Literally. (Collette, that was for you)
This morning before I left for work, Isabella heard Simon stirring in his crib and asked if she could go in his room. Pablo told her she could and she went in his room.
Seconds after she went in his room, I could hear Isabella say in a loud, panicky voice, "OH NO! Something is not right here. Someone come here QUICK!"
Right away I thought that Simon puked all over himself again. I ran into Simon's room at the same time that Pablo got there and we go over to Simon's crib and he's sitting there with his hands, palms up, on his legs and his hands are covered in poop. COVERED. There was a bit on his bed where I guess he had touched with his hands but the majority of the mess was on his hands.
I picked him up and carried him into the bathroom and set him down in the bathtub. I removed his clothing and then his diaper. It hadn't even leaked out of his diaper so I'm assuming he stuck his hands in his diaper FOR GOD KNOWS WHAT REASON EXCEPT TO TRY TO MAKE ME LATE FOR WORK. He's never done this before and this had better be the last time.