The REAL Mommy’s Club
Now that all the political fire has fizzled I can move on to lighter hearted subjects. Â Like poop. Â Baby poop to be precise. Â I won’t go into too many details as most of my readers are parents who will understand when I say I have now seen it all. Â Or at least for this week. And I have now literally been up to my elbows in baby poop. Â As a non-parent I always thought the idea sounded preposterous. Â How in the world could it ever be possible that little human bodies can produce enough waste to create elbow deep poop issues? Boy, I sure was living in a bubble of safe, potty trained adults. Â I now know that it is possible to be elbow deep in poop and it is possible for a baby to poop their own body weight. Â
Today my dear, sweet, precious, delicate daughter gave a small cute little giggle before turning beet red and giving me the memory and load of a lifetime. Â We’re talking a 15 wet wipe poop here! Â (Yes, I’m nuts, I counted. 3 is normal.) Â Fortunately, we were anticipating a minor war zone since her little tummy still hasn’tÂ completelyÂ come back to normal since she decided to catch and spread her vileÂ pestilence. Â We’ve been putting plastic pants,Â normallyÂ used with cloth diapers, over herÂ regularÂ diaper to contain some of the left over dredges. Â But that had finally slowed down. Â Then it came to a full on stop…for almost two days. Â We knew we were in for trouble. Â BUT THIS!!! This I should have video taped so one day I could pull it out when she brings home the man she wants to marry. Â
I guess I’ll end the details there. Â I don’t really need to go further into this for everyone, even the non-parents understand where I’m going and all the parental units are rolling their eyes saying “been there done that a few times”. Â I just wanted you all to know that I’ve now joined the REAL mommy’s club.