I picked him up and took him to the bath tub. If I had scissors I would have cut that onesie off. There was poop EVERYWHERE!!! In EVERY nook and cranny of that boy. Uhhh...thanks Pampers! Epic fail on your part!! He was slipping and sliding all over that tub. I finally got him all clean and smelling fresh. I think he ate some soap during that process, but that's the price you pay for eating poop.
I told the doctor at the end of our visit that he quite possibly ingested poop. He cracked up laughing. He told me that he would probably be ok. Good to know, because I'm sure it won't be the last time, although I'm hoping it is. I really wanted to take pictures, but my thoughts of him having poop in his mouth canceled out that idea.
Well, after all that excitement, the boy now weighs 19lbs and 12oz and is 29 inches long! He's getting so big!!
Another side note: Today is my moms birthday. She would have been 48. I celebrated by having birthday cake ice cream. So did Zach...I'm sure I'll pay for that later.
August 16, 1962-August 3, 1998
I must go now. The poop eater is screaming for me because I'm not in his range of sight. Is it almost bed time?