Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Let's Talk Poo

Yea, I said it.  I want to talk about poopy diapers.  Caca pants.  The smelly nastiness our children make in their diapers that are those wonderful messy and gross surprises. 

How many daddy's do you know will willingly change a diaper such as this?  You know what kind of diaper I'm talking about.  The one where your child is testing the limits of their diaper by filling it with as much poo as they can.  And the diaper fails. -__-  Yea, it's coming out the sides, up the back, down the legs.  You know it.  That kind of diaper.  The one where a bath is required after you finally get most of the poo cleaned up with wipes and yet it's just not enough.

Well, Daddy was taking care of baby this afternoon and he picked her up out of her exersaucer to play with her for a bit.  He suddenly sniffs loudly then lifts baby's bottom up to his nose, takes a big whiff and makes a wretched noise.  He then tries to hand her off to me! 

I'm all, "Uh uh.  You can change a poopy diaper for once.  It's not going to kill you." 

He sighs and gets everything ready and begins the process of diaper changing.  He gets her pants off and her onsie undone and realizes that it's one of THOSE diapers.  He starts to gag.  I'm laughing, on the inside of course because laughing outwardly would be inconsiderate at this point. 

Yet he continues, all manly and tells me she is in need of a bath.  I take a look and there is one tiny little line of poo on her back.  BARELY visible.  I tell him no, she just needs to be wiped down.  He sighs and continues on. 

I am sure he said she needed a bath just so he could hand her off to me and be done with the poo.  

He finishes up, redresses her and looks her square in the eye as he says, "If you do that again on Dad's watch I am going to just hose you down.  Got it?" 

I couldn't help but laugh out loud this time.  Like she has any idea what he's talking about. 

It's a rarity that he will change a poopy diaper after being asked and even rarer for him to do it WITHOUT being asked. 

Again, one of those little things that my family does to drive me nutters. 

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