Look at that face, all happy and smiling like he hasn't pooped through 3 sets of clothes today (5 if you count mommy's). If any of you were secretly hoping to inherit some hand-me-down's from Charlie, you probably ought to come up with a plan B. The smart money is investing in Oxy-Clean stock, if you ask me.
In all seriousness, these blowouts are ridiculous. I think maybe it is because his little legs are so skinny; it never comes out anywhere but out the legs (and yes, I meticulously run my finger under and make sure the little poo catching ruffles are in place) and it isn't like it happens when he sits for a while, it runs out immediately.
The great adventure is trying to figure out how to undress him while he is squirming without getting excrement all over his face. I have visions of him sticking that cute little tongue out and getting a mouthful of something (ew). Some days I think maybe it's better to just go paramedic style and cut him out of the clothes, but we'd run out of clothes in a week. At least his poop stains like you wouldn't believe. . . that's something, right?
I so don't miss the blowout phase of my life.
ReplyDeleteI used to throw a folded towel on the bottom of the tub, lay the baby down and quickly pull off the clothes and diaper and then hold the baby under the running water and scrub them down. It worked for me.
His smile is adorable, btw.