Today the girls turned three months old.
Stella decided to share a present with me for her 3 month birthday...
First let me set the scene. Our changing table is pretty tall. About belly button height. It is this way because Brant and I are both moderately tall and bending over unnecessarily 20+ times a day is silly. Let me next discuss that our girls are extremely gassy - giving truckers a run for their money. Rumor has it this is likely related to being premature but I don't know, I just know that we seem to hear a lot of tooting. Next I should point out that the girls only poop a couple times a week and usually they have a hard time getting it out. So there I was trying to be a good mom and holding Stella's legs while she was trying to poop. Then all the sudden a bunch of gas came out with the poop a near explosion which ended with poop ON my face. Yes I'm serious, poop on my face. I was stuck between laughing, crying and feeling like I was going to vomit from the smell too close to my nose. So I should thank Stella for this present on her three month birthday. Wasn't it enough that I carried you in my belly for so long? Was this really necessary? and if it must happen, couldn't you at least have done it to dad?
Welcome to Parenthood!!
ReplyDeleteOpps! Such is my first memory of my baby brother...uff da. Or as some South Dakotans say, Ish da, or as some Iowans say when the worst has happened....Uff. This was all three! Following the incident with such a darling, smiling picture is a great commentary on the state of existence! grandma marilyn
ReplyDeleteAfter hearing this story in person and reading it again I still can't stop laughing! You have reached a large milestone sis, glad to know the first "pooped on" experience is behind you now :) ~Big Sis
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