Geysers of Pumpkin Sauce


That’s what was coming out of Phoebe’s butt this afternoon in the middle of changing her. It got on everything: her onesie, the cloth covering the diaper pad, the diaper pad itself. And nothing would make it stop. Not multiple wipes, not a new diaper, nor the one after that. In the confusion, Sari slapped a diaper on her, and somehow not only put it on backward but inside-out! Sleep deprivation leads to creative “solutions.”

In the end, when we put the third diaper on her (properly), the orange stream had slowed down to a trickle. I’m sure that one day epic poems will tell of this poop, but for now this post will have to do.

Other than that, everything’s going great!

0 thoughts on “Geysers of Pumpkin Sauce

  1. I guess becoming a parent is similar to working as a nurse. After a pretty short time, you no longer realize that what’s just gross-but-funny to you is something most other people DO NOT WANT TO THINK ABOUT AT ALL.
    Heh heh.

  2. levels of poop
    we had different levels of rankings for lila’s poops: “explosive”, “atomic” and the rarely seen but often feared “thermonuclear”. Deterrence and mutually assured destruction mean nothing to the newborn intestinal tract!

    1. Re: levels of poop
      i remember you telling me about the atomic kind; you were too polite to mention thermonuclear. now i’m scared! i thought little girls were sugar & spice, not all this gross stuff?!

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *