We have been meaning to report that for some time now, Baby Bird has been a Super Pooper Tropper. It's almost a sure bet that she'll come home in something different than what she went to school in. This morning, we had a reprieve, but for the three mornings proceeding today, we found Bird in the middle of a poop bomb with massive fallout. Crib stripping down to the mattress required most days. PJ stripping pre-nursing also required, and on all days, which Bird WAS. NOT. HAPPY. ABOUT. One morning, we may have had to cut her under onsie off with scissors. It was a poop-a-palooza. In order to get her nursing sooner, Julie would just whisk her upstairs in her diaper, which meant Baby Bird got to feel the flannel on her belly and she motored around the blankets and pillows after she was done. Much to inspect. The day's books, the day's threads (also taken upstairs), and the camera's lens cap. All pooped out.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Baby Bird: A Super Pooper Trooper
We have been meaning to report that for some time now, Baby Bird has been a Super Pooper Tropper. It's almost a sure bet that she'll come home in something different than what she went to school in. This morning, we had a reprieve, but for the three mornings proceeding today, we found Bird in the middle of a poop bomb with massive fallout. Crib stripping down to the mattress required most days. PJ stripping pre-nursing also required, and on all days, which Bird WAS. NOT. HAPPY. ABOUT. One morning, we may have had to cut her under onsie off with scissors. It was a poop-a-palooza. In order to get her nursing sooner, Julie would just whisk her upstairs in her diaper, which meant Baby Bird got to feel the flannel on her belly and she motored around the blankets and pillows after she was done. Much to inspect. The day's books, the day's threads (also taken upstairs), and the camera's lens cap. All pooped out.
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