Kayson was laying in bed with us this morning. He was cuddled up close to me when he lets out several toots. Then he started getting this relaxed, yet focused look on his face and he started pooping. It was LOUD. I'm surprised it didn't wake Andrew up. Anywho...when I thought he was done, I affectionately said, "Annnddrrewww." And I asked him if he would change KJ's diaper. He said, "Sure." I slid my hand under KJ to pick him up and that's when I felt it. It was slimy, wet, and lukewarm. Yep, I had poop on my hand. This didn't really phase me because, well, I've been pooped on already...several times. When I sat Kayson up, there was poop right on the sheet where he had been laying. Needless to say, Andrew woke right up. I tried to remove Kayson's shirt without getting poop in his hair. "Ew, you got it on his arm," Andrew said.
Kayson has put our sheets through a lot this week. Poop, pee, slobber, and spit-up. But, I think that he's gotten me a lot more times with those four things. And it doesn't even phase me anymore. Oh, the joys of being a mommy.
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