You’d think that after 6 months, I would have learned. Ryan just had his baby, so it’s understandable. But this morning, I was reminded:
When changing a diaper, before you pull the offending poopwear off, make sure everything you need is in reach.
Because once the diaper’s off, there’s no turning back.
Do not leave the baby alone, even for a moment, because:
- he could roll off the table
- even if he can’t roll yet, you don’t want to start the habit of leaving him alone in precarious situations
- the “product” might start hitting the fan. And the walls. And the windows.
I mean, look at the blowout I discovered this morning:
And there wasn’t an open pack of wipes to be found. Fortunately, I found a new pack under the table. But when the poo’s moving and the pressure’s on, every second is like an eternity.
I think I’ve learned my lesson. At least until next Saturday.
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Thanks for the mention and the link! Dads Unite!
as of this morning, when dads would tell me stories such as this, i would laugh curtly, and wink at the other all-knowing, instinctual mothers in the room such as myself, and we would glory in our all-prepared, womanly ways together.
unfortunately, my world came crashing down about 3 hours ago when there was a like situation as you described here that ended up forcing my son, myself, and an innocent bystander to all take baths in tomato juice and lemon (because we heard somewhere that helps with skunk stench), and i’m pretty sure some hazardous materials field experts were deployed to my son’s room.
i will never [openly] mock fathers about this again…until i forget about it and start mocking them again.
sincerely, a humbled mom
Ryan: we gotta stick together!
indysun: this story sounds too action-packed to keep to yourself! i hope to hear it sometime. and thanks for the reminder that moms can relate to dads, too.