Today was an exciting day- it was the first day of baby sign language class! (Is anyone really surprised that my baby’s learning languages already?)
Before I continue, there’s something you should understand about this Panda Bear. Ever since she was about 3 months old, she’s decided she only needs to poop about once or twice a week. This means that those poops are gigantic. Without exaggerating, I can tell you that last week’s poop exploded out of her disposable diaper and all the way up to her armpits. We had to hose her down in the shower after that one.
So, before we left for class this morning, I knew that we were due for a poop and made sure to throw a change of clothes for her in the diaper bag. I’ve gotten out of the habit of bringing a change of clothes because she poops so infrequently. All I can say is thank goodness I remembered.
We got to class, sat down, and the more I was smelling- the more I realized it may be prudent to do a diaper change before sitting with a baby in my lap for an hour. Wise decision mama, wise decision. It was another poopsplosion, that’s for sure. Not quite up to the armpits, but when you’re trying to change the diaper in a public restroom, I think that automatically adds about half the volume of poop just because of the sheer awkwardness factor.
We got everything changed, awkwardly. Baby girl decided she hated this particular changing venue (I can’t say that I blame her), and cried and screamed. I tried putting the new clothes on her, but they’re the snapping kind and I got the snaps all criss-crossed and said to heck with it, I’m not making this baby cry even more over some snaps!
We finally got back to the classroom, sat down, and I spent the next hour finding more and more places where the poop was still lingering. There was a place here on her leg, and there on my sleeve. I found a spot on my hand and her shoulder. And then, of course, once I knew it was still there, I was convinced I could still smell it. So basically, I should win the mother of the year award because my kid and I just sat through an hour long sign language class with poop clothes.
Update: That was Thursday, and on Saturday, while we were sitting in baby music class, I found more poop, on her hat.