My Grandson hadn't pooped in three days. Today, he came to my house so I could watch him while his mommy worked.
FIVE poopy diapers in two and one half hours. Awful. I mean, all full.
He sure was happy after THAT was over. So was I. I'd forgotten just how much life revolves around poop in the early years.
Oldest Son, when he was a mere 5 months old once went for EIGHT days without going. On the eighth day my sisters and I took our four children to Penney's to have a surprise picture of the grandkids taken for our mother for Mother's Day.
My son thought that right at the exact time the picture was being taken would be as good a time as any to unload.
Seriously. I almost left him in the ladies bathroom at Penney's. He had poop everywhere including behind his ears and between his toes. If you do not believe this, you could ask either of my sisters, who even though they had the other three children between them, managed to help me clean the poor kid up. I wrapped the outfit he was wearing in a plastic bag and put it in the trash. My sister got it out, and took it home herself and washed it.
We had to bathe him in the bathroom sink, and blow him dry with those obnoxious bathroom hand dryers, but he didn't even seem to care. He must have felt too good to complain.
I never knew a small human being could hold that much.
It might not have been so bad if the end result was a beautiful picture of my mother's five month old, seven month old, one year old and almost three year old grandchildren. But, instead it looked like a darling almost three year old holding up two babies while the third baby relieved himself at her feet.
My mom didn't leave the picture up for long. I can't say that I blame her.
I'm glad I didn't leave Oldest Son in the bathroom. I would have missed him.
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giggles....ah, is there anything funnier than a good poopy story?
I remember those days, and those monster poops! Once, while I was napping with our fouth newborn, DH was babysitting our three older kids. Our 2 yr old got the runs, and it was running down into his sock and shoes, while the dog was licking it off his legs - eeew! DH thought, "Why is the dog licking Josh's legs?" And then he saw why. As soon as he put him on the bathroom counter to deal with it, Josh's pants exploded. As DH grappled with where to start cleaning, Josh threw up, in a huge puddle between his legs. What a mess! DH hated to wake me up, but he wasn't well-hearsed in this kind of job. He called desperately, and when I came to see what he needed, I had to laugh. It was just too funny!
Such precious memories...
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