And Then There Were Four

We're creating this blog because it's the cool thing to do when people are having a baby. Just kidding, really we already have a hard enough time keeping up with everyone we want to, and our lives are about to get even more wonderfully busy. We can't wait - and we want you guys to be able to share in it too, so we both plan on reporting on it. Read at your own risk, and hopefully you'll enjoy it!

Friday, March 26, 2010

Adios Tigers

On my drive into work this morning I had a great talk with one of my best friends in the whole world who I sadly don't get to talk to enough. She told me a somewhat humorous story about her dog releasing his anal glands at the vet yesterday because he was so upset about getting his toenails cut. I was thinking "wow that's gross" but realized- who am I to think that's gross when I'm changing countless dirty diapers each day??

Anyway- Ben released his anal glands and then some more this morning. You might remember my post from a few days back where I said the Ben loves bananas and would only eat bananas. Unfortunately....I think the bananas successfully demonstrated why they are a part of the B.R.A.T diet (anti-diarrhea). Poor Ben hadn't pooped in 3 days since his slightly out of it mother shoved bananas into him for days on end. I kept waiting for the explosion....but it never came. Until this morning....


After I got off the phone with my friend, the phone rang and it was Brian. He was on speaker phone and called to tell me that little man blew up. Ben was sitting in his bumbo chair watching Top Gun while Brian cleaned the bedroom (yes he was watching Top Gun- Brian is attempting to expose him to more masculine things since I make him watch the Gilmore Girls). Ben is chunky...let's face it. We all know it. He barely fits in the bumbo seat- his legs get stuck and we have to wedge him out of it. So he's sitting in the Bumbo and Brian said all of a sudden the room started to smell really bad. He got Ben out of the Bumbo and I guess there was poop everywhere. Because he was wedged in a tight seat, the poop had nowhere to go but up. By the time Brian got him on the changing table and got his diaper off, it had spread up to his shoulders. So Brian called asking if there was a scissors anywhere in the nursery. Kim- I'm sorry but the Detroit Tigers onesie was removed and discarded. There was no salvaging it after that mess.


Poor onesie. Poor daddy who had to change the mess. Poor mommy who will have to oxyclean the daylights out of the changing table pad when she gets home. Not poor Ben- I'm sure he's feeling pretty good.


Note to self- do not continuously feed your child bananas.

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