poop-o-lious

As a parent, poop becomes a thing that just is...in other words, you learn to deal when the poop is on you or all over your little one. In Olde's blog titled "Birth Control" he pretty much sums up the concept of just dealing while in his later post,"Birth Control Pt. 372", the reality of it all just soaks in---no pun intended.
Well, our little Aram has followed in his brother's foot steps holding his dodo for 2 to 3 days---Don't worry folks the Kaiser pediatric nurse advice line told me it is common for breast feed babies to even not go for up to a week...yep 7 days...hate to catch that one. We have enough trouble catching the two to three day explosions (and thankfully these usually occur on my days off---that is, while I am away at work---when Olde is on duty, or would that be on doodie).
And the thing about it all, is that it can happen any where anytime; like all over your best girlfriend's leg, up the back all over the car seat, at the beach running out the legs of overalls, and all over inside the Beco while on a long walk. We now travel at all times with 2 clean outfits because it seems that when one gets out the pipes more follows...yum.

a puddle of poop-o-lious!

In fact as I am writing this, little man started to have that undeniable odor of baby poop start to linger...and yep, a good one just escaped the pipes...gotta go change it before seepage starts to occur.