Friday, March 11, 2011

Baby Blow Out

Poop Soup
Less than an hour after putting on his cute morning outfit (featuring DH's company-branded onesie) the little chicken hawk had a major explosion at the littlest chickadee's preschool tumbling class.

I heard a cry from his stroller while we were having a grand time bouncing on the trampoline. I walked over and from the smell of it, knew immediately that I had trouble on my hands.  We were only 15 minutes into the class and I had left my diaper bag in the car.

So the remaining 30 minutes of the class were spent with me holding him and trying not to get poop all over my white shirt. It made it a little tricky trying to keep my daughter on the balance beam as she wanted to hold my hands. I ended up changing his diaper on the front seat of my car and it was a little bit like doing surgery with all of the mess. And what a sight to behold!!

At least I had the foresight to have diapers, wipes and an extra outfit in the diaper bag. Many times I'm surprised with an empty bag.

I can't wait to see what the rest of the day brings!

1 comment:

  1. When my oldest was a baby, I left her with her diaper open (in her crib) & stepped away for only a few seconds...maybe minutes. When I came back, poop was everywhere; hair, hands, face, but luckily none had made it to her mouth.

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