WARNING: the squeamish may not want to read this one.

It happened on Saturday afternoon. My husband-bear and I put our little darlings down for their afternoon nap. We were exhausted, they weren't. I heard them fussing, but since they weren't fussing too bad, I left them in their cribs. We dozed off--for a very short time, and when I awoke, I ventured into their room.

When I arrived, I found that Baby A had thrown all her bears and blankets out of her bed, stripped down naked, and peed all over her mattress. Likewise, Baby B had thrown all her bears and blankets out of her bed, stripped down naked, and pooped on her mattress. She also smeared it all over the wall and crib, and she was brown from head to toe.

I yelled for my husband, and we both wanted to gag. He took Baby B and jumped in the shower, and I left Baby A in the wet crib and gathered cleaning supplies. I threw Baby A in the shower with dad and Baby B after "B" had been decontaminated and began my cleaning. At least "A" went poo-poo before I put her down for a nap--it could have been much worse. Husband-bear cleaned and dried the babies, and I cleaned and did laundry. My small mountain of laundry quickly turned into Mount Everest, especially after finding many treasures at yard sales.