I know. I know. Another Mommy Blogger and her poo war stories. But I thought I would do a service to all of Normy’s Grandparents who are feeling bad because they are too far away to see him often. See what you’re missing? Ah, let the good times roll. These PJs were cut from his body while he screamed bloody murder; so much for that sleeper-sack. Now that’s the way to start the day. Keep scrolling...
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Oh Becca thats priceless!! I am not for sure if i miss his morning blowout or not.ha ha ha. But i do miss you guys in the morning, when we are just sitting bed and i am keeping Jacob company while you blog like crazy. I miss you so much. Send him my love and a ton of kisses!
Well, to make you feel better that ain't nothing. This is just the beginning. Read this. To this day, this is my worst day as a mother I've EVAH had.
I'm with you on the explosive poo....been there many times.
HA!!
OK, the next time he has a blowout ( and there will be a next time) instead of cutting off his clothes to avoid wiping all that poo off on his wee little head... those sleep sacks have lap shoulders.. you can open them up big enough at the neck to take them off from top to bottom rather then over his head. It will save you on replacements! Then do a quick swirl rinse in the toilet and spray it with OxyClean ( the pre-mexed stuff) and the stain will come right out.
Very funny story! Good to keep the family involved!
That's too funny! Ahhh...these are the "good" days!
I forgot about those poo moments...Oh I can't wait!
Before i knew babies did that, i took my baby girl to the library in one of those baby carriers that staps to your chest.
I learned the hard way to always bring a change of clotehs for both of us.
Oy. I'm expecting that to happen with great regularity when Izzie gets here. *shudder*
I keep telling myself "If I can pick up dog diarrhea off of the NYC sidewalk with a napkin while a nosey cop stares at me, and deal with once or twice getting it under my fingernails, I can deal with diapers!" but I'm unconvinced. I have a feeling that the "once or twice" and "fingernails" will translate to "every day" and "in the hair, up the nose, between the toes, and between my eyebrows"
And your pictures have just convinced me that I'm doomed! :)
I love your pictures. They're candid. Honest. And horribly cute. Even the poopy ones.
The Brown Badge of Courage - a friend explained it all to me one day. We all get 'em and they eventually grown out of it. Thank goodness!
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