Wednesday, March 25, 2009

It Doesn't Come Back to You

Note: If you have a weak stomach or are easily grossed out, stop reading now.

Luke, Sophia and I curled up on the couch this afternoon to watch movies. Luke was holding her when we heard massive rumblings in her nether regions. I explained to him that whoever was holding her when she did it had to be in charge of changing the diaper. When we thought she was done, he put her on the floor to change her. Apparently, we forgot the consistency of infant poop, which resembles chocolate pudding before it's congealed. Needless to say, we ended up with poop flowing out the back of the diaper, up her back, onto her clothes, onto the carpet, and everywhere else. In the midst of my laughter, Luke was running to the kitchen to get towels because we were totally unprepared for any of this and everything is now covered in uncongealed pudding. It was bad news, but everyone and everything has been cleaned up. So much for this parenting thing coming back to us!

1 comment:

peter said...

Ahhh, you're just a little rusty. It's the old "use it or lose it" theory. Now that you're once again "using" it, you'll be right back in the swing of things. One side note: I wish I had been there to see Luke deal with this. I know why you were laughing so hard. It would be hard to contain oneself.

Love,
Dad/Grandpa Pete