This afternoon, I was sitting on the couch with Analie on my lap reading The Laughing Dragon, which is my favorite childhood story book of all time, when I heard a very strange sound.
It was rude, actually.
She was making horrific tooting sounds, and they smelled just as bad as they sounded.
I told her we’d just keep reading about Hojo until she finished her bidness and then, suddenly, I noticed that not only were things rotten in the state of Indiana, but Analie’s onesie was slowly getting wetter and wetter in the front. It was…SO gross.
In my haste to get up and change her, The Laughing Dragon fell to the floor, half finished.
With some difficulty, I managed to extract Analie’s “Daddy’s Girl” onesie off her and only got poo smeared all over her arm. I considered this to be a small victory considering how much poo was on the onesie in proportion to the size of Analie’s body.
She lay on the changing table freshly diapered, cooing, smiling, kicking, and wiggling happily.
SO CUTE.
Because of the massive blowout and poo smear on her arm, it was necessary to bathe the baby as part of cleanup. She isn’t the biggest fan of baths, but every time it gets a little bit better. (I’ve figured out that she likes ‘em very warm.) I dressed her in a onesie and an infant gown and just then, Daddy got home.
We never did get to finish the story about Hojo.
Later, after we had dinner, she started spitting up on Joey. First she nailed his black dress shirt, then she soaked his t-shirt, and her infant gown. Joey took off the infant gown and, once again, she was down to just wearing a onesie. Then, she spit up all over Joey’s chest. But fortunately he wasn’t wearing a shirt this time and he could just wipe himself up with her cute “Love You” burp cloth.
She’s finishing up her second course of dinner now, and it’ll be interesting to see how many times she spits up this time.
