Episode 27- the dreaded pool poop- warning- not for the squeamish!
(Sorry for another update without photos- I need to keep both hands on Everett when we are at the pool, because he has no fear, so I cant risk being distracted even for a second with a camera)
Since this was our scheduled rest day, what was the first order of business, get everyone moving and out of the hotel room, of course! It might be a non-park day, but resting wasnt on my itinerary. I hate hanging around hotel rooms, I never know what to do with myself and frankly, if I just wanted to watch TV and stay in bed, I could have just stayed home. I got everything together so we could bring our breakfast and eat in the food court, and then head directly to the pool.
We made our way over to the food court, and I did feel a little strange, bringing my own breakfast to the food court (disclaimer- I also sneak candy into movie theaters), but we did have our refillable mugs, so I figured that gave us license to sit at the tables and relax.
It was an easy going morning, breakfast went well, with no problems or meltdowns, and we were soon on our way to log some pool time. Everett had been itching to get to the pool since the first day, so he was more than happy to head in that direction.
When we arrived at the pool, I laid our stuff out on some loungers near the kiddie pool, since I thought that was where we going to spend the bulk of our time. I got Everett out of the stroller and put him in the pool, and he immediately burst into tears. Waterworks were not on my carefully planned schedule! I stepped into the pool to get him out and I noticed that it was pretty cold, so I decided on a change of plans, scrap the kiddie pool, head over into the heated big pool.
I took him over to the pool steps, and DH disappeared at this point. I think he went back to the room to retrieve something he forgot (maybe his sunglasses? I didnt write it down), but it was just me and Everett. DS did a total 180 when he got to the big pool, in his world steps are a good time, and steps and water, are an irresistible combination. The water was much warmer and I had a much happier toddler. I held DSs hands as he climbed up and down, making sure he didnt climb down over his head. He has no fear of the water, and would have just jumped right in if I didnt keep a hand on him.
At one point he decided it would be super fun to lean over and stick his whole face in the water, and he did multiple times.

This made me a little nervous, but he didnt keep his face under for too long, so I figured he wouldnt drowned himself.
We spent a long while on the steps, just having fun and splashing around. It was still pretty early, so the pool wasnt super crowded, and I was glad because if people needed to keep getting in and out of the pool, we wouldnt have been able to monopolize the steps. At this point DH had returned from his errand, and wanted to take Everett in deeper. He took him from me, and took him out into the water, spinning him in circles playing motor boat, and Everett was just laughing and splashing.
Sometime in between me handing him to DH and getting out of the pool, Everett did something I hoped would never come to pass- the dreaded pool poop.

Everett was in swim lessons last summer, and every time before we would get in the pool, I would tell him to be sure not to poop when we were in the water. I know that is what those swim diapers are for, but I didnt want to test the product. It worked like a magic charm, and we made it through an entire summer of swim lessons with no pooping in the pool. Well, this time around, I must have forgot my magic incantation, because when the motor boat ran out of gas for the final time, Everett much have picked up the slack.
DH got out of the pool and handed Everett to me, and I could smell immediately what had happened.
Me: Mark, you let Everett poop in the pool!
DH: I didnt know what was going on- how was I supposed to know he was pooping! What do we do now?
Well I knew we were going to have a soggy mess to clean up, and I quickly scanned through my options. I could carry him across the pool deck to the rest room and change him there, potentially dripping poop water the whole way over, or I could just lay him down on the ground right there next to our stuff (which was already being dripped on) and get him cleaned up immediately.
Well, immediately won out. Luckily we were back around the kiddie pool, and right next to a trashcan. No one else was around to offend, and I figured if anyone did come back there during the clean-up operation, they were likely parents too, and could understand the situation.
I had luckily brought my entire diaper bag, so I was armed with plenty of wipes, plastic bags, and disinfectant spray, so I think I did a pretty bag up job of getting DS cleaned up and also making sure all the surfaces we touched were property disinfected.
For anyone curious- yes, swim diapers do work containing the mess while you are in the pool, it just the aftermath that can get a little messy!
After we hurdled that big milestone, the pool lost it appeal, so we decided to cut our losses and head over to DTD to get lunch.