Most of the days, that we aren’t galavanting around the US, are very routine. Wake up, make beds, do laundry, eat food, work out, your typical boring, mom-life stuff. But then there are those moments that have you either laughing until your stomach hurts (like your mom stealing the perfect piece of pizza) or screaming for reinforcements. Yesterday involved two baby hands full of poop and me screaming for reinforcements.
Let me set the scene:
Baby boy is in his high chair eating dinner. His face turns bright red. I know that look. We alllllllll know that look. It’s the look of concentration and determination followed by a look of relief and subsequent squirming. He has just taken a massive dump and unfortunately, it’s not that cute, yellow, seedy breastfed poop. It’s that steak and potatoes, meat and vegetable eating kind of poop.
For the record, he is nothing like baby Mak. She was mostly breastfed until 9 months and then we introduced avocados, sweet potatoes and some fruit,. He eats like a horse. I have no idea how this little baby can pack away so much food. Anyways……
Naturally, I go to change his diaper and at first glance, I could tell it was bad. Stem to stern, thick and gritty. You’re welcome for the visual. So what does he do the moment his diaper is off? Just like any guy, he grabs his poop covered baby bits with right hand. Horrified, I grab his hand and try to clean it as much as possible just as he grabs said baby bits with his left hand. We go back and forth like this two more times before I call for reinforcements. I hold his hands over his head while my mom cleans the hazardous material. Makayla just stands by and laughs because she’s 4 and poop is really funny when you’re 4. You would think that after 3 kids, I’d be way better at changing diapers but some days, no. Just no.
Teamwork makes the dream work.