Originally this post was not about poop. But, Wiley has this thing about playing in it and this is what I have learned…about poop.
While reading my library book, I noticed the house was eerily quiet.
“Wiley??!!!” I knew where he was, he was playing in the room next to me, all the doors were open and I could hear him, until I couldn’t.
I got up and found that his diaper was dirty and maybe, just maybe he was trying to clean himself up… yeah, right.
Anyway, I shrieked (I’m not perfect) “STOP!!! Wiley, gross!” and into the tub he went.
Now, it is really funny what was going through my head at that moment – my general chemistry II professor – Dr. White.
Some time during the semester the class discussed disulfide bonds in molecules and Dr. White informed us, “and that’s why poop stinks.”
Back to the tub and my child, I’m scrubbing him head to toe with soap thinking about how I don’t like disulfide bonds…so annoying.
After the bath, his hands (AND HEAD) and my hands still smelled like those darn disulfide bonds.
I lost count of how many times and how many different types of soaps I used to clean both of our hands. I got desperate and used a disinfectant wipe from the household cleaning supplies.
I used my coconut/sugar/essential oil hand scrub – no dice.
Finally, I took a wash cloth with Thayer’s witch hazel on it and scrubbed him down again.
I don’t know what witch hazel is chemically speaking, but disulfide bonds apparently don’t jive with it and our problem was solved.
Thank goodness for witch hazel.
And that is how we wrapped up our week.
Isn’t life exciting?