Morning full of Poop

Well, this morning was one to remember. Today was dad's day to sleep in while Ann got the job of getting up to take care of Cooper. Usually he is up around 6 or so but with day light savings time it was acutally 5. So around 8 or so Sydney and dad were awoken with mom's terrifying howl of "Owen, how could you."
To give you a little background, Owen has ben waking up dry for quite a while now, so when he takes his morning whiz it is a diaper full. So much so that he will remove his diaper by himself, usually without one of us knowing about it. Well, today was one of those mornings, so he removed his diaper, pulled his jammies back up and went about his morning. Even though I was still in bed I heard him running sprints out in the kitchen and family room, but then the sound stopped and that is when he went to find his dark hole (Cooper's closet) to take care of his business. According to Ann he then noticed he was without diaper and summoned her into the room to take a closer look. She was busy with Cooper but Owen was adamament that she come take a look. Well, before she saw anything, she felt it on her foot. She had stepped right in it. Dad and Sydney heard the yell and then we knew it was time to get out of bed. Needless to say it was all over the carpet, all over his jammies, all over his butt and leg, and not to mention all over the bottom of Ann's foot. It was quite a site to see my wife limping around with a scowl on her face holding an infant and yelling at our 2-year old.
We were then off to church and in our small group we started a new class entitled Grace based parenting. As Ann would say nothing about the events this morning were graceful.
When we arrived home from church after we ate, Cooper was crying and of course filled his pants. This was one of those blowouts in which you end up using 10-15 wipes. It was so bad that we actually ended up throwing his shirt away. I asked Ann why we would throw his shirt away when it could be washed and she just said, "trust me." So I threw it away without looking it over.
The last bit of poop news came a short time later when Sydney and Owen were outside playing with Sydney's best friend, Luke who has a dog. We both heard Owen crying as hard as he could coming back up to the house. We both expected something pretty bad and as we saw him come up the stairs we saw him holding his hand with what looked like blood. Nope, he just got himself a handful of fresh dog dodo.
So, with getting up early with Cooper and all of this commotion Ann and I are pretty pooped-out today.