Up to our eyeballs in poo.

There has been a spate of ‘poo explosions’ recently. It’s truly astonishing how so much poo can come out of one tiny person and how, inexplicably, said poo gets EVERYWHERE.

Hubs and I settled down with a bowl of homemade meatballs last night when the continuation of the family name decided he was hungry. Hubs being the caring, considerate man he is leapt to the task, honourably accepting he’d be eating his dinner cold. However on removing our little prince from his bouncy chair we noticed a big yellowy-brown stain on his leg, and all over his back. To be honest, it seams Wills had done a stealth poo as usually you can hear him pushing and his face goes bright red.

I don’t know who had the idea of designing baby vests so they could be pulled down in a poo related emergency, but they deserve a Nobel prize. Removing the baby grow down spared Will from getting poo all over his head. As wipes only seem to move poo around William had his bedtime bath early. As Wills was hungry and baffled as to why he was stripped, washed and redressed he was screaming blue murder by the time we’d finished. I do sometimes wonder if the neighbours think we’re torturing him.

This morning after, placing Will in his beloved bouncy chair I noticed (and how neither of us spotted is last night) that there was a huge poo stain on it. Thank lordy for vanish powder.

It’s crazy how this is the norm for us now, and even more weird that I am frequently covered in the brown stuff and I don’t really mind that much, that’s the power of love right there.

In other news:

Marms celebrated her three year adoptiversary yesterday.

Captain has a habit of standing on his hind legs and looking into the moses basket when Wills is having a meltdown. Todays meltdown was because his bottle wasn’t ready IMMEDIATEY, Captain looked in and turned to me with a look of horror on his face as it to say ‘You’ve broken the bald kitten!’

We’re taking William on his first holiday soon, the list of what we need to take for him is, quite frankly, eye-watering.



Author: thebumpchroniclesblog

Thirty year old first time mum, sharing parenthood experiences/fails.

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