Caroline and I decided to go to Target today for a few things and she was good for a while. Then she started to get fussy and wouldn't take her pacifier, so I had to walk ninety miles an hour to get her to calm down. Of course, you can't walk ninety miles an hour through the checkout line, so I figured I would nurse her in the dressing room before we checked out. That went really well-the ladies didn't mind and we had a good, quiet nursing session. Then came the machine gun poops. And here's where I learned my lesson in patience: I wanted to change her diaper quickly and get out of there so I roll out the little disposable changing pad, get out the travel wipes, and get a new diaper ready. I asked her if she was done pooping and she didn't answer so I judged it like I judge microwave popcorn-if you haven't heard a pop in about 5 second, its done. So I undo the diaper and start wiping and she starts peeing. I wait for that to stop and just let her old diaper catch everything and then it happens. Before I can react, yellow liquid poop is SHOOTING across the dressing room floor! I can do nothing but sit there in horror. I regain my composure and start the cleanup. There is poop all over her travel wipes container and a 9 inch line of poop on the carpet. I do the best I can and hightail it out of there. Girls, watch out for the poop stain under one of the dressing room benches. Stay on the right side and you'll be safe. Next time I'll give her a few minutes to finish her business.
In other news, Caroline slept well last night in her bassinet. I changed the nighttime routine-I actually get out of bed to nurse her-and I like it better. She's growing like a little weed, she's excited about going to Maddox's birthday party Saturday, and she's still the cutest little turtle head ladybug that ever existed.
Look at that little Ethiopian belly.
1 comment:
Let me clear something up: you're not going to step on poop, its under the bench!
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