How do I celebrate a new, clean blog redesign? By writing about a messy moment in my life, what else? Â More specifically, by telling you about poop! Â Why? Well, because you don’t know enough about me and my family yet, that’s why! Â No worries, though. This is a short story.
My frog princess was a beautiful, tiny bundle of joy. As I geared up to go back to work, I decided to go visit my friends at my previous place of employment. Â They were all anxious to see her. Â They’d thrown me a shower a month prior to her arrival even though I’d been gone for 3 years. I love them and they are like family. Â I packed up my little girl in the cool weather and headed out to spend a few hours with friends.
Everything was great. Everyone gushed over her, I showed her off like the prized offspring that she is. After I finished my parade, I stopped in and waited for a couple of other people to head downstairs to see her before taking my leave. Â I think I may have nursed her while I waited. Â She was happy. Smiling at people, just having a great time. Â A couple of girls stopped by to see her and that’s when I felt it.
Warmth. Â And, did I hear a little rumbling? It couldn’t be! Was her face scrunched up? No, no, no! Â My beautiful little girl was pooping. Â Now let me stop here and explain something for the poop amateurs out there. Â Breastmilk poop is special. Â It’s not the typical formula poop though it sometimes doesn’t smell as bad (well, maybe I’d just gotten used to it). Â But because the majority of the nutrients in breastmilk as digestible, poop from a breast fed baby isn’t exactly…solid. Â Normally this wasn’t a problem for me because I was used to it and was a pro at the clean up.
What I wasn’t used to were these two little words: blow out! Â See, the frog princess had reserved her blowouts for her dad. Â However, she decided that blowouts at home weren’t quite as fun as blowouts out in public when she was double layered with winter clothes. Â Needless to say, I was slightly mortified. I went to change her in my friend’s office, on the floor all the while trying to figure out what to say (cue the “this has never happened before” speech!). Â Thankfully I always carried an extra set of clothes for her in the diaper bag and plenty of wipes (I think I used the entire case for the cleanup!). Â What I hadn’t started carrying around were plastic bags to put poopy clothes in (PSA for new moms: just throw a couple of grocery store bags in ALL of your bags from this point forth).
After changing her diaper, finding a bag to put the clothes in, putting her back into her warm clothes and trying to finagle a way to get the shit smell out of my friend’s office, I took my leave. Â I don’t think I took her back there for another 8 months and even when I go back now, I always make sure she’s pooped sufficiently prior to us heading there. Â Suffice it to say the clothes got appropriately soaked and marinated in some serious bleach to take out the stinky remains.
What messy family moments have you experienced that you’d like to share?
Me? Blowout? Nooooo!
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What a great blog! As a single mother of two toddlers poo moments happen frequently, especially as my son takes a laxative whic can often work a little too well!! We used to live in Sydney and had visited the Opera house when my son had diarrohea. I took him into th enearest Ladies Room to change him which was packed as there was a show just about to start. When I finished changing him I looked around and the room was deserted – the poo had quite literally cleared the room!!
Thank you so much for stopping by! I am still trying to work out the kinks and figure out what’s missing. Yes, it seems that kids and poop go hand in hand. Hey, that’s a good way to get in front of the line in the bathroom! 😉
I hear you loud and clear…been there, done that. It does get better as they get older 🙂
Any place can convert to a changing station, getting rid of the dirty diaper is always in question. I can remember always wanting to say ‘you may want to change out your garbage bag. I put a dirty diaper in there’. Especially, if I was at a friend’s house LOL.
Hooray on the blog redesign– looking purty! And now about that poop… blow outs are the worst! And at an office– haha! When Big Roo was little he had a blow out at the Arizona Diamondbacks game in the box seat section. Got on the hubby’s pants too. Oh boy that was fun!
Currently working on tweaking the font colors. Yes I am going through this with a fine tooth comb and my DIY Blog Critique e-book in hand! ;-).
They always happen at the most inopportune times. They should be called gotchas or something because it just never fails. Everyone has a poop story, though, don’t they (well not everyone likes to talk about poop, so it’s probably just me and my friends!)?
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww As always…XOXOXOXOXOX
Thanks for stopping by!
Loved this post and love your new design! I need to get someone to rework mine . . .
I breastfed both my now grown children, so I am all too familiar with the blowouts! What a precious photo of her, too!
Blessings!
Martha, I can give you Lynne’s info. Still putting the finishing touches on here and her button isn’t up yet but she’s at http://VisualSerendipity.com.
Yes, it’s always interesting to talk poop to people that have no idea there’s a difference depending on what the kids eat. That’s one of my favorite pics of her. She has been expressive from the moment we brought her home and so I have all kinds of pictures of her making faces. She used to pout her lips all the time like this but doesn’t do it anymore. Unless she’s upset of course!
I think that tops the story where my oldest son stuffed all his macaroni and cheese down his overalls when I wasn’t looking. I thought that he was just really hungry and kept giving him more. To this day, I don’t know how I didn’t see him doing that, but when I picked him up, it all came tumbling out. M&C was everywhere!
Oh that’s a good one! Every once in a while I think we go on auto-pilot especially when the kids are actually sitting still for a minute. I am dreading the day she realizes that if she just drops what she doesn’t want to eat, the dog will take care of it!
Some days it seemed like I had just put a clean diaper on my girl and she would poop in it again just to spite me! Oh, I miss those baby days! 😉
I know. As bad as it sounds, I do too! Though she’s still in diapers…lol