Don’t you just love it when you’re changing a diaper at 3 am and the little meatball poop falls out of the diaper while you’re disposing of it and rolls away? Of course you then have three options:
a) Feel around for it in the soft glow of the night light until you find/squish it;
b) Turn the overhead light on, which means you’ve now doubled the length of time it will take the little one to fall back asleep; or
c) Leave it, wherever it may be, until morning.
(It’s like an excerpt from the worst “Choose Your Own Adventure” book EVER.)
Munchkin pooped three times today and I had to fight the urge to update my Facebook status about it.
Guess it’s a mom thing.
Don’t you just love it when you’re halfway through changing a diaper when your little one remembers that he has feet and they are DELICIOUS!
om nom nom
Makes it a tad challenging to complete the task at hand. (Enjoy it while you can, kiddo – mommy can barely touch her toes.)
Speaking of diapers (and, by proxy, poop): My son has recently developed a fondness for pooping while in his exersaucer. He is in for a rude awakening when he learns that you don’t poop while standing in the real world.
Can you give me a sec, mom?