I spent the whole day with my little buddy. Courtney went to the grocery store. I heard something brewing in my daughter's abdomen. Elliott was smiling and laughing when all of the sudden, she became a red-faced gremlin. That is when I heard the floodgates open.
She let loose, and I mean "loose". After the tempest in her diaper died down, she kicked her feet towards her head and giggled (little did I know this would spell my demise). I picked up Elliott and headed to the pack 'n' play to change the now dirty diaper. As I removed her diaper, to my surprise I had poo on my hands. The diaper really served no purpose whatsoever, its poo catching ability was defeated by Elliott's kicking legs. As Elliott laughed and kicked in the pack 'n' play, she grabbed some poo with her left foot and spread it to my forearm and the walls of the pack 'n' play. As I moved her away from the pooped area she kicked it onto my shoes, the floor and one of her stuffed toys. That is about the time I realized my shorts were covered in poo from the initial incident...awesome!
It was impromptu bath-time! I stripped down to my and gave Elliott a bath. Mind you, this was the first time I bathed her by myself. After I figured out which bottle contained the soap, and which contained the baby shampoo, it was a piece of cake. Clean, dry and smelling like bottled sunshine, Elliott was smiling as I lifted her from the bed of towels. She promptly vomited the entire contents of her stomach on half-clothed Daddy. Poop.
2 comments:
LOVE IT!!! Hysterical. Just love those poopy days. Owen had one major blowout so bad that we took tons of pictures. We had to capture the moment:)
I love it...it reminds me of a skit you used to do with Max at youth group. I'm sure we will have a story like that to tell someday.
Love, Ebeth
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