10) The Blockbuster This one is different from most of the poos encountered so far, because it's the only one whose arrival can occasionally be predicted. Heralded by a preceding day with no poops of great substance, the Blockbuster is a magnificent spectacle, resulting in a dense layer of poop that encompasses every nook and … Continue reading Day 127: Poop Update 4!
9) The Creeping Terror More than a mere blow-out, the Terror clings and ascends, defying natural laws and flying in the face* of accepted science. The child is sitting upright, and yet the viscous waste has somehow scaled his body, crawling upwards to coat much of his back and, horrifyingly, even his belly. You realize … Continue reading Day 103: Poop Update 3!
Miles was full of adorable noises today! In fact, I tried to get some video of it. Made a second attempt a few minutes later. At least I know he's got solid comedic timing. A little "Farrelly Bros" for my tastes, but quality nonetheless.
A new poop approaches! 8) Swamp Thing Yielding a bright spinach-colored base and a murky, liquid consistency, this poop is forever tied to The Green. The pungent aroma that accompanies this poo is reminiscent of that smell that makes you think you must've stepped in something, but nothing appears to be on the bottom of … Continue reading Day 59: Poop Update 2!
I came to the slightest modicum of consciousness last night, I'm not certain of the time, to the sounds of Miles wailing. The cries were emphatic, and even in my stupor I was concerned. With half-opened eyes, I rolled over to look down to the foot of the bed, making out the shapes of both … Continue reading Day 55: The Sounds of the Night-time II
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It is with the deepest regret and shame that I confess to having missed Miles's most incredible poop thus far. I was afraid that being at work would mean missing out on significant milestones, and today marked the first time this fear was made truly manifest. I only barely missed it, arriving home just minutes … Continue reading Day 31: The Shit-Storm