A Life With Laughter

A chronicle of our adventures raising two boys....

Friday, May 02, 2008

New post, courtesy of Jennifer

Quoted from my sister, Jennifer via email, because there's nothing I could add to do this one justice. LOL.

Wyatt broke Ashley in "real nice" last night. She came over and was helping me give him a bath. We had finished the bath part and were just having play time (and picture time) when he passed a little gas. Then I saw a little tiny piece of poop (accompanied by a suspicious cloud in the water). No biggie, I thought. I stood him up on the edge of the tub and was going to dry him off then throw a diaper on so he could finish. Not so, he thought. Right about then all hell broke loose. There was diarrhea everywhere. And I mean everywhere. On the floor, in the water, on his baby tub, on my shoe (eww!) She ran and grabbed the wipes then she held him up on the tub while I attempted to wipe him off. But he wasn't done. It went on for about 10 minutes. Then, just for good measure, he decided to do a poopy dance - on his poopy. So not only was it running down his legs, it was mashed between his toes. What a sight. Words can't even describe it. It looked like a poop bomb went off. It was poop-a-pa-looza 2008. Glad that was in Jesse's bathroom!

1 Comments:

  • At 11:35 AM , Anonymous Aunt Ashley said...

    No, words don't do it justice but I could add that he then proceeded to vomit on my arm about an hour later. Yes, he broke me in very "nicely".

     

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