Monday, September 17, 2007

So It Happened

This afternoon my daughter pooped on me. 

I knew it would happen eventually, but it was still unpleasant. There was a large "floom" sound and then an unusual warmth on my stomach. 

I blame Angie for faulty diapering.

This begs this question, though, who's next? You can vote on your favorite(s) on the right. I'm not saying Nila will listen to you, but she might.

I will personally be voting for Angie.


Angie said...

I have to admit, the diapering was probably faulty. I had checked it early, and it was clean...but when I put it back on, I even said to Nila, "I just can't seem to get this thing back on right! I hate these diapers!" They're the diapers that simply don't fit because they're too big, no matter what. (Huggies Premies, oddly enough). And then, I was massaging her stomach as she lay on Bob's stomach to get the gas out at the exact moment she exploded.

All evidence would seem to point to me... I mean, uh, it's totally Nila's fault! gross!


Ness said...

If the past is a window into the future then sure enough Brandi will be the next one to be pooped on. However if we were voting for who would be puked on, I would vote Erin and slapped acrossed the face would be Kate.

Aimee said...

Don't worry. It's the rite of passage of parenthood.

Breastfed babies' poop is inexplicably explosive. As you now know. It won't end until she starts solids or starts taking formula.

When Hannah was about 2 weeks old, I was changing her diaper when she exploded... all over her changing table, the diaper depot and mini blinds on the window!

Good times, indeed.