3 Strikes and your out!

This was strike one for Kya. She got into my favorite tube of lipstick and painted a thick coating all over herself. She was making herself "pretty". She also wiped it all over our hardwood floor in our bedroom and stained the sheets with it. Kade and I looked away a lot so she wouldn't see us laughing at how she looked. The following picture was taken without her knowing because we didn't want to give her any positive attention for what she had done. When I told her to go get into the tub she did and proceeded to wipe her hands and body on every part of the bathroom, especially the tub - as you can see. This is a pretty normal 2-year-old thing and was a bit comical, although quite messy.
So, the lipstick was strike one. Lotion was strike two. If you remember the show "Double Dare" and their messy challenges, you would think that the lotion spread all over both bathrooms including mirrors, floors, etc. was straight from that show. Small hair rubber bands were also involved in this mess, which are difficult to pick up while coated with lotion everywhere.
Strike three is by far the worst and most horrific. It is December 23rd and we need to go to the Church distribution center to finish the Christmas shopping because it will be closed on the 24th and 25th. The place is packed. All 50 waiting numbers were taken and all the people are packed into the tiny space of the Church distribution center. There is a cute wooden ball shoot that my two older daughters are playing with while we are waiting and I am wrestling Kiera as Kade orders what we need from the counter. I smell poop and wonder if Kiera needs a diaper change. Kya is potty training and wearing "big girls panties". When I realize that Kiera is not the source of the smell, I look over at Kya. Kya is smearing poop all over into the Church distribution center carpet!!!!! It turns out Kya's unders weren't quite covering one cheek all the way and so she just went instead of telling us she needed to go to the bathroom. I'm not sure if she thought it would disappear if she stomped and rubbed it into the carpet, but she did. I promptly took her to the car and had Kade take the other two and our stuff to the car while I went back, blocked off the area and was horrifically embarrassed at the mess and smell as 50 people watched me scrub the carpet in the tiny room. After that - the third strike - I needed a big 'time out'. I'm sure in the future this will be hilarious to look back on, but today I'm just grateful the day and messes are over. We will see what tomorrow holds.