It occurs to me as I write this blog post that I should reflect on the feasibility of chronicling each and every explosion my son has. I’ve decided that I’ll just choose the very funny ones. 🙂
This evening, my 17 year-old sister-in-law, Shell, brought home a friend who has been dying to meet Gabriel. Michelle is one of those special, sweet people who shares her excitement and joy with everyone around her. She has been keeping her entire group of friends in rapture with my wedding, marriage, pregnancy and new baby ever since she met me. 🙂
So this evening Shell brought home her sweet senior friend Maria to meet Gabriel. The entire family and Maria were sitting by the fire in the living room. Maria was holding Gabriel, and he was smiling so much at her you would swear he was flirting. All of a sudden, he let out one of his (oh-so-familiar) powerful, juicy farts. Maria jumped in surprise, and everyone laughed.
Well, as Maria was getting up to leave, she mentioned that he felt a little wet and might need a diaper change. When she picked Gabe up to hand him back to Shell though, I looked in horror at a bright yellow stain the size of a salad plate spreading over Gabe’s back! Worse, there was poop all over Maria’s monogrammed senior sweater!
Everyone jumped into action. Shell grabbed one of my mother-in-law’s new kitchen towels (I know, good job Shell with the brand new towel idea 🙂 to put under Gabriel so that we could hold him without getting poop on us too. In the confusion, Maria had taken off her school sweater and somebody had handed the baby back to her with the towel under him. When she finally handed Gabe to Michael to whisk off for an emergency bath, there was poop on her school blouse that had seeped through the kitchen towel!
How embarrassing. Really.
Michael ended up taking a shower with Gabriel so that I could clean off Gabriel’s little butt and back better. After the shower, I sat down on top of the toilet to put a new diaper on Gabe. As Michael leaned over to kiss his head though, Gabriel took the opportunity of being naked to unleash a directed stream of pee all over Michael’s chest and arm and all over Gabriel’s chest and face.
Michael and I pretty much dissolved into laughter, and suffice to say Gabriel got another bath, albeit a spot sponge bath.
Ah, the memories we’re making…Let’s just hope that all of them don’t have to do with poop in the end.
Ah memories! Don't feel alone. That will not be the last time, the difference is that he won't get a full blown shower after it happens. You grab an extra onesie and put the old one in a bag while proceeding to use up all but 2 of your wipes.