Wednesday, September 2, 2009

I am Glamorous



See what mothers go through?? There has been a good many blowouts this time around. Nothing says "VOGUE" (or, as it were, screams "I AM A MOTHER") like runny breastmilk poop on your pants (except poop-that-really-wasn't-that-much-so-you-didn't-feel-like/have-the-time-to-change and now there's a little dry yellow stain on your person somewhere).

I love Addie, but I am mystified by the thermodynamics that must occur to make the poop miss inches of diaper only to reappear on the lower back or thighs. Amazing.

1 comments:

Martha said...

Look at those skinny-ass legs! You are officially no longer allowed to complain about your weight. You look great!

You probably already do this with the diapers but just in case -- do you flare the soft little sides out before you put a new one on? Makes extra room for the poop that way.