Poop Story #2
Last Monday I was sitting at the table cuddling with Kyle. Tim was at the sink washing bottles. All of a sudden Kyle let out a BIG toot. everbody knows what comes after toots! I was holding Kyle in my lap and I guess his diaper was half wedgied up his bum, because there was a poop EXPLOSION all over my leg! It dribbled down my legs, onto my feet, then hit the floor. I couldn’t move for risk of more poop going everywhere, so I waited in disgust for Tim to finish what he was doing. He then came to my rescue with rags a-plenty and wiped up the mess enough to get Kyle to the changing table.
We cleaned Kyle up and decided it was time for a bath since he made quite a mess of himself over the last day. We fixed his bathwater, nice and warm as usual. Tim stuck him in the water and began to wash his cute naked baby body. I was standing in my skivvies washing my soiled, poopy pants in the sink before a good load of laundry. As Tim was soaping up Kyle’s top half, Kyle let the bottom half loose. It was like a fire hose…. a well aimed fire hose. Not a drop was splashed on Dad (who you’d think was in the direct line of fire), but a direct hit was delivered to Mom. Awwww, what love. Insult added to injury. All we could do was laugh… and laugh hard.
We’re awaiting poop story #3. I’m sure it’ll come sooner or later.