The end of the drought -- *ahem* as it were -- was a complete diaper blowout. Flowing over the diaper, into the onesie, above the belly button, down to the toes. Poop EVERYWHERE. And she didn't even cry when she did it. She fussed afterwards and I noticed the smell. NO point in trying to mop that stuff up with a baby wipe. The onesie made a good poop catcher and a sacrificial towel took her straight to a bath. Poop on me. Poop on her. Here a poop, there a poop, everywhere a poop poop.
Anyhow, I was too busy to take pictures, so you're all spared a memorial to her disgustingness. But very soon there will have to be a picture of the little princess in her little black catsuit with leopard print over dress that Reed found for her at the second hand shop for 10 bucks. All she needs now is sunglasses. Very chic! Post blowout she's sitting here in it very cheerfully gnawing on the top of the mock turtleneck.
Posted by karen at November 29, 2002 12:00 AM