Isaac's been eating huge quantities of sweet potatoes since I introduced them a couple of days ago. The result has been a possible rash on his face, and a truly humongous poop this afternoon.
We had just come in from a walk when I thought he went in his diaper. So I put him on the changing table and got his diaper off -- no poop, guess it was just a fart. Then, as I picked him up to go potty, I heard this loud "splat" on the floor. There were two pretty large piles of poop, plus a big glop on my shoe! On the potty, he got out even more. It was a poop fiesta. Poop-a-rama. Poop-asaurus Maximus. I've never seen that much poo out of him.
But things got even better. So there I am, back at the changing table cleaning off his butt, with globs of poo still on the floor and on my shoe. I turn around, one hand still on Isaac, to put some diapers in the hamper. He decides for the first time ever to dive head-first off the changing table. Fortunately I managed to grab his leg quickly enough to hold him dangling over the edge of the table. Phew! Dad would have been really pissed if I'd dropped his son head first into a pile of poo on the hardwood floor. Plus, the therapy bills...
Wake up; feed baby; play with baby; put baby to sleep for nap; put baby back to sleep after he wakes up mid-nap; feed baby; run an errand with baby in car; put baby to sleep for nap; put baby back to sleep after he wakes up mid-nap; feed baby; play with baby or run errand; put baby to sleep for nap; feed baby; get baby ready for bed; feed baby; put baby to sleep for night. Wake up in middle of night to feed baby. Wake up in wee hours of morning to put baby back to sleep.