Something Smells Funky in the Playroom
Ugh! Yuk. P.U.!
Both Nick and I first noticed it last night, while we were playing with Skylar in the corner of what is now "The Playroom". It's actually a converted garage that was made into a room before we bought the house. I was glad to have the extra space rather than a garage. We used to have a pool table in there, but no more. Now it is completely dedicated to play. It's nice actually, looks like a pre-school. Maybe I should open one. Oh now that's a STUPID idea.
It's a very comfy place to watch baby, and since I added some plastic (unbreakable by toddlers) IKEA chairs and throw pillows, a nice play to sit and have a cup of coffee (being very careful not to let her GET it!). For some reason Skylar prefers to wander from this magical room of toys into the kitchen or dining room, somehow more fascinated by opening my cabinets (which I've since "locked" so even WE can't open them without aggravation), crawling under the dining room table (where she gets stuck trying to get out from under the stairs and cries, or stands up and hits her head on the table and cried, yet still persists in doing it), or trying to climb up the stairs (now blocked by yet another baby gate, so I'm really TRAPPED and even the cat forgets about it and body slams herself into it - so much for her being able to see at night).
This awful smell... Nick thought it must be a dirty diaper, so we went upstairs (poop patrol, we call ourselves, only parents would get this). But, alas, no poop. "Must have been gas," he said.
But it wasn't. The smell remains in the playroom. I cleaned it up, looking for what HAS to be a lost bottle hidden somewhere. The scent is clearly that our sour milk. It's powerful. BAD. But where is the bottle? Where has she hidden it.
I think it must be the worst. It must be that milk or formula actually spilled into the rug. So now I guess I have to shampoo the carpet. It's bad enough I haven't gotten around to swiffing the kitchen floor yet.
Could it be that all the spit up we cleaned up by wiping it up with towels and wipes (actually smearing it INTO the rug, no other choice) is starting to ferment?
This will be one fun (not) cleanup project. Won't be having any guests for dinner, drinks or anything else until we get this one solved. They'll definitely want to leave.
Ooops, crying from the nursery. She has AWOKEN!!!
Later, the Mom
Both Nick and I first noticed it last night, while we were playing with Skylar in the corner of what is now "The Playroom". It's actually a converted garage that was made into a room before we bought the house. I was glad to have the extra space rather than a garage. We used to have a pool table in there, but no more. Now it is completely dedicated to play. It's nice actually, looks like a pre-school. Maybe I should open one. Oh now that's a STUPID idea.
It's a very comfy place to watch baby, and since I added some plastic (unbreakable by toddlers) IKEA chairs and throw pillows, a nice play to sit and have a cup of coffee (being very careful not to let her GET it!). For some reason Skylar prefers to wander from this magical room of toys into the kitchen or dining room, somehow more fascinated by opening my cabinets (which I've since "locked" so even WE can't open them without aggravation), crawling under the dining room table (where she gets stuck trying to get out from under the stairs and cries, or stands up and hits her head on the table and cried, yet still persists in doing it), or trying to climb up the stairs (now blocked by yet another baby gate, so I'm really TRAPPED and even the cat forgets about it and body slams herself into it - so much for her being able to see at night).
This awful smell... Nick thought it must be a dirty diaper, so we went upstairs (poop patrol, we call ourselves, only parents would get this). But, alas, no poop. "Must have been gas," he said.
But it wasn't. The smell remains in the playroom. I cleaned it up, looking for what HAS to be a lost bottle hidden somewhere. The scent is clearly that our sour milk. It's powerful. BAD. But where is the bottle? Where has she hidden it.
I think it must be the worst. It must be that milk or formula actually spilled into the rug. So now I guess I have to shampoo the carpet. It's bad enough I haven't gotten around to swiffing the kitchen floor yet.
Could it be that all the spit up we cleaned up by wiping it up with towels and wipes (actually smearing it INTO the rug, no other choice) is starting to ferment?
This will be one fun (not) cleanup project. Won't be having any guests for dinner, drinks or anything else until we get this one solved. They'll definitely want to leave.
Ooops, crying from the nursery. She has AWOKEN!!!
Later, the Mom
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