LenaGardner
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Except when sometimes it is. Tabatha and I just had the most hilarious, tearsolling-down-our-faces baby poop incident that I have ever experienced.....and that is through 3 kids, babysitting, working in a daycare and having 3 nephews.
So we are last-minute grocery shopping for DH's going away party this evening (that will come in another thread, one without the word "poop" in the title). When we go grocery shopping we leave Naomi, Tristan and Gabriel at home with her DF and we just take the two little babies. She pushes a cart with Julian in it and I push a cart but end up having to carry Parker because he senses we are at the grocery store (which he apparently HATES) and screams the whole time unless I carry him. Ugh.
We are in the soda aisle when I feel him rumbling. While Tabatha eenie-meenie-minie-moe's because she can't remember which kind of Mountain Dew her DF wanted her to buy. Yes. She was eenie-meenie-minie-moeing. Out loud. In the grocery store. Around about the time she got to "My mother told me to pick the best one and you are NOT it"....I feel him rumbling some more. And then some more. And then I say to Parker, "Parker you better watch it. If you poop anymore, we're going to have a...."
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.
.
.
blowout.
At that point, baby poo comes shooting out of his diaper. All over my dress. And is dripping all over the floor in the soda aisle.
I am mortified. Breastfed poo can be pretty.....messy.
At this point Tabatha takes him from me and holds him out like he has the plague while I use 42, 841 wipes to clean up my dress first (haha, it was a lost cause), then the floor, where people are avoiding the spots and looking like they wish they had their Hazmat suits. What people, haven't you ever seen poop? Then I proceed the very delicate situation of removing a diaper from a baby who is sitting up and dangling in mid-air at the same time. And rediapering him all while managing not to get it on his aunt or show his goods to everyone who is watching with curiosity because apparently the soda aisle isn't the normal place to diaper a baby.
Wimps.
With all of the giggling going on, people either thought we were babysitting or were first-time moms, I'm sure. Not that we are just sleep deprived, which is the real truth. Poop. Not just for diapers anymore.
So we are last-minute grocery shopping for DH's going away party this evening (that will come in another thread, one without the word "poop" in the title). When we go grocery shopping we leave Naomi, Tristan and Gabriel at home with her DF and we just take the two little babies. She pushes a cart with Julian in it and I push a cart but end up having to carry Parker because he senses we are at the grocery store (which he apparently HATES) and screams the whole time unless I carry him. Ugh.
We are in the soda aisle when I feel him rumbling. While Tabatha eenie-meenie-minie-moe's because she can't remember which kind of Mountain Dew her DF wanted her to buy. Yes. She was eenie-meenie-minie-moeing. Out loud. In the grocery store. Around about the time she got to "My mother told me to pick the best one and you are NOT it"....I feel him rumbling some more. And then some more. And then I say to Parker, "Parker you better watch it. If you poop anymore, we're going to have a...."
.
.
.
.
.
blowout.
At that point, baby poo comes shooting out of his diaper. All over my dress. And is dripping all over the floor in the soda aisle.
I am mortified. Breastfed poo can be pretty.....messy.
At this point Tabatha takes him from me and holds him out like he has the plague while I use 42, 841 wipes to clean up my dress first (haha, it was a lost cause), then the floor, where people are avoiding the spots and looking like they wish they had their Hazmat suits. What people, haven't you ever seen poop? Then I proceed the very delicate situation of removing a diaper from a baby who is sitting up and dangling in mid-air at the same time. And rediapering him all while managing not to get it on his aunt or show his goods to everyone who is watching with curiosity because apparently the soda aisle isn't the normal place to diaper a baby.
Wimps.
With all of the giggling going on, people either thought we were babysitting or were first-time moms, I'm sure. Not that we are just sleep deprived, which is the real truth. Poop. Not just for diapers anymore.
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