"poop" or variations of the word...poopie, stinky bomb, shit, nasty pie, poo poo...you get the point. So for those that have a weak stomach with that particular substance, you should probably tune out now.
Well, I'm getting more comfortable with the up the back poop blow out (not without a gag and watery eyes from time to time). When she gets excited, she pushes real hard and wiggles around until it distributes fully around the diaper. It's important to know how and when blowouts happen so you could possibly avoid them. She LOVES my new jogger stroller so we get a good poopie during a long run, she LOVES Phil (our good friend that lives down the street) and pooped all over him, and she LOVES when gets in a long car ride.
But besides the back blow out...something new happened the other day. The front blowout? What the heck is up with that? Instead of getting poop all the way up her back flirting with her hairline, she pooed (another great word) up her belly, between the boobies, and coming awful close to her chin. The interesting part is that she doesn't seem to mind one bit that she is covered in feces. In fact, she almost always is smiling as I'm finding enough baby wipes on this side of the Mississippi to clean up the sticky mess. Almost mocking me. Well, she is her mother's daughter, that's for sure. The fastest pooper in the West. My only solution is finding a full body diaper.
Yes, I did take a picture. HA! I wouldn't want to leave you out of the fun daily activities. One picture is the pre-jog. She LOVES the jogger stroller. The other picture is the after math...I'm the sucker.
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