my child has never been shy about poop.
good morning to you, too.
i used to hear all the time about the "poop face". you know, the red cheeked, strained neck, little grunts that you'd witness when your child was needing to, well, poop.
and yet, jonas...not so much. i'm serious. he'll pass some incredible gas, look over his shoulder, look at me, and then giggle. which is more proof than any DNA test could provide that yes, he's john's child.
but the poop. the terrific poop. it's just getting out of hand.
you all probably remember "the great poop incident" that occurred earlier this year, where we were trapped in the backseat of a beetle, and barely made it out alive. it may have been recently surpassed by what is known simply as "exersaucer of doom".
on sunday afternoon, jonas was minding his own business, bouncing in his exersaucer with great glee. because he had just had lunch (sweet potatoes...yum!) he was only wearing a diaper and a great, toothless grin.
after a few minutes, however, my nose began to twitch. something, my friends, was not smelling so cute. looking at the only culprit in the room, i quickly realized that he had pooped. a lot.
he had pooped so much, in fact, that after retrieving him from the exersaucer (of doom) he had poop not only in his diaper, on his chest, up to his neck on his back, but also all the way to the bottom of his chubby little feet. he was a virtual pooey monster.
after gagging a few times (on both of our parts), he was cleansed, and the poopy exersaucer of doom was set aside.
oh, the horrors!