Our Weekend in Diaper Changes

Yesterday was Henry’s first day in so many without a blow out poop! Yes, this boy has soiled outfit upon outfit and led me to start defining our weekends by the strange places we’ve been forced to change his diaper.

Here we are at the “Taste of Lake Country,” changing Henry’s diaper in the one patch of shady grass… Found in a public parking lot.

We also had a little fun before the poopsplosion.

And here we are changing Henry’s diaper in the trunk while parked at the Brewers baseball game…

Fun was also had at the game (yes, we survived taking two babes to a baseball game). Charlotte once again proved to LOVE baseball games. She was dancing and loving every minute!

Here you go, Dada…

I had a meeting last night, so Mark was on Daddy duty. After feeding Charlie a giant meal, he got her all nice and clean in the bath. Post-bath, it was time for jammies and nighttime routine, BUT since we desperately need to do Charlotte’s laundry, Mark was forced to go scrounging for baby jammies.

He did his thing, putting her clothes away and looking for her jams, as Charlotte quietly enjoyed some naked time on the floor.

I have no idea how much time passed since Mark had looked at C, but the next time he looked down, sweet Charlotte was looking up at Daddy, trying to hand him something with a bit of a distraught look on her face.

He leaned over a bit… “OH GOD!”

He sniffed the gift and immediately grabbed her so she’d drop it… it was POOP!

With Daddy looking away, Miss Charlotte pooped (and peed) on the ground and then picked up the poo to hand to Daddy.

All I can say, is that I’m SO glad that happened on Daddy’s watch and not mine!


It’s all fun and games until someone poops in the tub

This weekend, Charlie and I were taking our second bath together ever. The first was so sweet and fun, I was pretty excited for the second.

We got in and Charlotte was playing with the water from the faucet and enjoying the bubbles from the bubble bath. 

I had her sitting on my crossed legs when all of a sudden I felt her flex her muscles in her tush a couple times.

Then, I felt something weird touch my leg. I instantly grabbed her and sprung to standing.

“Maaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrk!!! She pooped on me!” 

The husband was instantly roaring. As I stood there in my swimsuit, holding my naked babe, with tons of poop at my feet, Mark pulled out his camera. 

After he finally sTopped laughing, he began scooping the poop out with a bag. Unhappy with his tools, he went to go find some other instruments. While he was gone, Charlotte started to fuss and suddenly, I was hit in the leg by MORE poop!!

One log, then another!

What the heck!?! 

It was literally more than she’s pooped at one time in quite awhile.



Saved by the Big Girl Poop

I had two baby poop blunders today. This morning, I’m changing little miss’s diaper with my mom Playing the role of entertainer (have I mentioned that charlotte is a squirmer?). I’m in a spacey zone when all of a sudden my mom starts yelling, “Melissa! She’s not done!!”

I look down to discover more poop… BUT! Unlike what I expected, this was slow and steady, big girl poop. Literally, one week ago, there would have been nasty explosive baby poop all over every wall… But today, nada! It just made it’s pasty way into the diaper that was sitting under her. 

Later in the afternoon, I was once again changing a poop diaper and was one again spacing out. I was in a routine, not really paying attention, ready to go home for the day. I slid the poopy diaper out of the way, not noticing how close I was to the edge of the desk (aka my changing table at work). All of a sudden, KERPLUNK! 

The damn diaper fell poo-side down on the carpet. Shit!

I finished changing her, plopped her on the floor in front of her toys and made my way back to the fallen dipe.

To my pleasant surprise, it was barely a mess! I was once again saved by Charlie’s big girl poo. So, a few wipes and antibacterial spray later, we were good to go! 

As my apology for all the poo talk, here are a couple cutie pie beet face pics for your enjoyment.