Holy shit... literally. I was up to my ears in shit earlier today, very literally. Pinga hadn´t had a poop for at least a week, and her farts were getting worse and worse. Her diaper was rather wet so I took her to the changing table to get her a new one...
As I was taking the diaper off, it started. Poop, poop, and more poop... coming out, and out
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hang onto those pix for later. i'm ok right now thanks to hotel hellboy. (stupid homerun's dad was trying to convince me to have a baby last night. jerk.)
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Me (dad) with baby in one of those front carriers. Some time with the tiny boy at the mall, what could be more fun. Fart, fart, fart, heh, cute if smelly. Then whooosh! Like a waterslide.
When it has nowhere to go, wet crap simply goes everywhere. Straight up the carrier, and over the top, all down his legs, on every piece of clothing both of us was wearing, including our shoes and socks.
"Doing Laundry" in a mall bathroom with my little one strapped down on the changing table (which still are usually unoccupied in a men's room).
I didn't take pictures, and I'm glad for it even now. The story doesn't need them. Have a great rest of your evening!
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Is this an argument for more fiber?
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