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!
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.
Heh heh indeed.
I can only image the horrors that you have had to witness as a nurse
Oddly, the one thing that still really grosses me out is… snot.
Brrr. Ew.
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my sister is a nurse and while in school she got the award for “best wiper”
LOL.
I wish I had the gifts of an epic poet, because I’d love to take this on.
Re: LOL.
Consider it an open invitation!
The radio piece went well, don’t you think? I thought you were great!
Re: LOL.
I think it went well too. I failed to mention New Voices and felt like an idiot for the ommision. Otherwise, it was fab.
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!
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?!