First off, let me just say a big YOU’RE WELCOME for not posting pictures in this post. You will certainly thank me later. If not, then you are a real sick little puppy and need to see some sort of medical professional.
“He smells like Poo…” Since Ismael probably doesn’t know the “Winnie the” version of poo, I am left to deduce that he means the all too common, less cute kind of poo.
Of course, he brings Adam straight to me. Do not pass Go. Do not collect 200 dollars. Certainly do not check for a dirty diaper.
As he was walking to me, I saw it before I smelled it. And by saw it, I mean a large wad of poop was hanging from the side of Adam’s romper.
Oh. My. Saints. In. Heaven.
Just what do you do with that?
I couldn’t pick him up.
I couldn’t lay him down.
I couldn’t call Grandma 911.
I couldn’t do anything.
We figured it out. And I’m proud to say the solution was without collateral damage.
Adam remained blissfully unaware and more than slightly amused.
Ahh…the innocence of children.
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I remember those days!
Tis indeed take skills to handle that sort of situation without collateral damage! Well done mama, well done!
Just wait until he’s running around outside and you’ll look at him and say “what is that running down your leg?” and realize that it’s diarrhea and they’re totally oblivious! Gotta love it.
….or he wakes up in his crib in the morning, and it is everywhere. I’d say you were lucky if it was just one glob hanging there (ewwww).
Ed did change diapers, but avoided the out-the-diaper-all-over-the-crib-or-somewhere-else messes; he also avoided puke, and just wait for that, especially when they can’t make it to the bathroom. Just make sure you never buy shag carpet.