Poop-tastic!

If you are grossed out by baby poopy stories just go ahead and click on the little x in the upper right hand corner of your screen. You'll want to avoid this one. Somehow though since becoming a mom I think the word "poopy" has moved up significantly in my most frequently used list of vocabulary. That one and "boob." Who knew I'd ever talk about poop and boobs so much? Funny how things change, huh?

This afternoon I was feeding the little guy. He was all nestled in close on top of his Boppy pillow with his chest up against my skin. I love being so close and cuddly with him. Well, he made some noises that made it apparent that he was making me a "poopy present," as I call it. This is the norm. It happens just about every time he eats, so it doesn't even surprise me anymore. I just usually make a little silly comment to him and we go right on about our business and I wait to change him until he's done eating. Nothing seemed any different than usual until I went to pick him up to burp him. Now we've had the occasional leaky diaper that has soiled clothes, made a little mess, etc. but this was just insane folks. I'm talking poop EVERYWHERE! I had to strip him and I both down and begin cleaning the poo off of us both. Everything from the pillow itself to his socks are currently in the wash. All I could do was laugh because it was just so funny. He was just smiling and giggling as I cleaned him up. Thank goodness we were at home at least and not out in public for this poop-tastic event.

Poopy presents and all though, I just think he's just adorable. Look at this smile he gave mama last night. A whole mess of baby poo can't keep me from kissing all over him!