You smell that?
I’m feeling better…thank (insert deity here). It was nasty. I have little energy…but I have kept food in. Tony’s doing much better…but hasn’t pooped since his last nasty diaper yesterday morning. We’re waiting…
It’s a Jack weekend. We had bet Sarah to the house. She and Tony came in and we started discussing our evening plans. She had picked up stuff to make pizza…which is an awesome dinner project for her and Jack. He loves doing it…and it turns out tasting amazing.
My allergies have gone nuts…mostly due to the lack of medicine in the last few days. I also realize I’m out of some of it. So I decide to run to the store. Jack wants to stay and play Wii. Tony is in his exersaurcer…looks like a good time for a quick trip…
…until I pass the Binja.
“Um…damn…he’s…” The smell leaves me in a Neanderthalic, monosyllabic state.
“What”‘ Sarah asks? At this point I really have to stop myself from shrugging and walking out the door like I had no idea what lurked below.
I pick up Tony, “I think…”
“Oh yeah…”she says, seeing a wet spot growing on the back of his camouflage outfit. “Just put him in the sink.”
I paused somewhere in the kitchen…and it was there that we started fully understanding what we were dealing with. Some green liquid dripped out of or son’s one-sie, sown his leg and onto the floor.
“Um…damn…”I’m very eloquent in these situations.
“We’ll just cut him out.” Sarah states. She’s done this before.
I can’t really describe what came out of that child. I can state that the “6-13lbs” on the diaper box doesn’t mean it will hold that much…but it sure tried.
So, we threw away the outfit with the diaper…The baby was rinsed off like a dog who had rolled in its own feces…and my nausea returned with force…but he was a much happier baby for the rest of the evening.
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