If I had known 8 years ago what I know now….I’d still have four boys, but I’d be much more prepared.
When you’re expecting a baby you hear the stories from friends and sisters of spit-ups, leaks, and explosions. You think you are prepared. YOU HAVE NO IDEA.
A brand new baby poops and it’s cause for celebration. You call your husband into the nursery to usher in the highly anticipated “grainy, yellowish stool.” Oh, joyous day! Get the camera!
When a newborn burps and a bit extra comes along with it, you smile and think it’s cute. “Oops! Did you have a little too much there, sweetie? There, there.”
Dear me! Did junior start to pee right when you took his diaper off? No problem, it’s really just water after all, isn’t it?
Ha! This is just the beginning. It’s easy to laugh off these mishaps when they are little.
How about having a poo explode on you as you reach for a clean diaper at 3am? EXPLODE – you read that right.
Just wait for toddlerhood. We were two-thirds through a 2 hour drive to my parents’ house. The squawky baby finally nodded off when all signs point to the toddler having done some serious business in his diaper. There is no way we are stopping and risk waking the baby. We open the window a crack and carry on. Upon arrival the toddler thoughtfully shakes out a huge deposit from his pant leg onto the driveway. My dad really cares about the condition of his driveway. It did not end well. For me.
Apparently, if you run out of toilet paper, the logical choice is to use the hand towel. No, don’t call for help, wouldn’t want to inconvenience anyone.
You’re in the tub and have to go? Don’t bother saying anything, just do it there. What parent doesn’t enjoy a rousing game of Bobbing for Poo Pellets?
Oh, dear, did you get something on your hand? By all means, smear it on the wall. Wouldn’t want your hands to be dirty.
If you happen to plop something on the floor, don’t say anything, just go back to bed and let it be a surprise.
If I’d known this 8 years ago, forget bibs and sleepers, I would have registered for a HazMat suit.
8 thoughts on “Code Brown”
So funny… and sadly I am starting to relate to what you are talking about! Joel is wondering if there is any cure for the rancid smell of poop in your nose that greets him each morning as he wakes up.
You are too hilarious…so funny girl 😉
Thanks for my morning laugh! 🙂
Janice, I can relate to almost all of this … maybe not the poop on the driveway. 🙂 Thanks for the laughs!
You’re not helping this whole “unsure about parenthood” thing.
Start saving for the HazMat suit now. You’ve been warned.
Janice, that was completely hilarious!
I come from a family of 4 as well, so I can relate.