Poop

Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's gross. I know. I've been dealing with it for a while now, but this new antibiotic (or something) is throwing Jane's bowels out of whack and is taking my level of experience with this substance to a new height.

It was so bad that yesterday I had to take a picture of it and send to Eric because there was just SO MUCH of it--filled her diaper and was coming out of all ends except the top--and I knew he wouldn't understand or believe me unless I documented it. There was so much of it, it got in her socks. (this was the third poop of the day) And after I got her cleaned up (it was bath time!), I got to spray out the diaper, which took almost as long as cleaning up Jane (one of the few times I have wished I wasn't doing cloth). In the meantime, the pasta burned on the stove.

At least Jane has been helping me lately, today she pointed out when the overflowing diaper came out on the rug she was playing on...the pie I was making at the time suffered no ill effects, thankfully.

Anyway, it's strange the things that make up this mommy life and yet are just part of the job.