If you don’t want to hear a poop story, you should skip this one. And the next one. In fact, to be safe, you might just want to go read a different blog altogether.
When you have a boy, everyone warns you about “getting sprayed.” From my experience, this is a valid concern, but Jonah has only peed on me a couple of times. But let me alert you non-parents to a much grosser possibility: projectile poopies.
Our friends the Wards were visiting us on the weekend of Jonah’s baptism. We were all getting ready to go somewhere, so I went to change Jonah’s diaper. Let me tell you, I never even saw it coming — it just shot out of him like a bullet. It wasn’t a lot, but some of it got way up on a shelf on the wall, and a little dot of poop hit me right on my mustache!
Karianne called something from downstairs, and I replied, “I’ve got poop on my face!” Even as the words were coming out, I realized I should not admit this — I might never get smooched again! Fortunately, she didn’t hear me. “What?” “Nothing!”
I let a couple of weeks pass, then spilled the beans. A poop-in-the-mustache story is just too good not to tell.
I love a poop story! And this is a great one!
I have had some interesting poop experiences with my baby boy. One morning he woke me up at 5 am and peed really well in his potty (we EC). So I thought, he’s probably safe to just lay on a towel while I get a warm, wet washcloth to wipe him and a fresh diaper. Things happened along the way, and I didn’t get back to him for a couple minutes. He seemed happy enough, but I took him into the bathroom to see if he needed to poop before re-diapering him.
OMGoodness! As soon as he was over the bathroom sink (his favorite place to go right now) he spewed poo in every direction but up! I mean EVERY direction! Poop coated the sink and I had to clean it off the counter.
I am totally not surprised that some made it to your mustache! lol
And we thought your Abelardo ballad was purely a fictitious event that could never happen. Oh, the follies of our youth ; )