Jhyelle does. For pooping, that is. More specifically, for poopy explosions.
My second trip into Mommyhood would not be complete without a poop explosion story. Thanx, Jhyelle!
Last week, I’d dressed her in a long-sleeved onesie and pants. She hadn’t pooped in like two days, so I was expecting nasty whenever it was to happen. Well, that afternoon, she did. And when it’s visible through the clothes, you know it’s awful. It must’ve taken about twenty minutes and a bazillion wipes and a couple paper towels to change her. At that moment, I wished I was rich, so that I could just cut the shirt off her body and discard it without missing it. Then came the handscrubbing of the shirt. At least it all came out in the washing machine.
Fast forward to today. She hadn’t pooped in nearly a week. I dressed her in the same shirt as last week. Lo & behold, while playing in her exersaucer (same poop spot as last week too, no less!), she exploded again. And we did a repeat of the previous paragraph.
If I believed differently, I’d really wonder if her shirt had anything to do with it. I guess if she hasn’t pooped in a while, I’ll just dress her in that shirt and place her in the exersaucer.