I just had an encounter with something I've never encountered before and hope to never encounter again--projectile poop. Literally. It whistled like a nuclear warhead as it came out. I mean we're talking an inch away from hitting the knee of my favorite jeans in the whole world. Terrifying. And the funny thing is, I was so focused on not letting it leak out the back like it does every other time he goes (Sidenote: why do diapers not have like an extra panel or something that goes all the way up between the shoulder blades to protect from that, huh? We've done laundry loads of just 2-3 clothing items three days in a row because of this predicament.). Never had this problem with Blaise. It's funny how each kid is different.
All I gotta say is, if you ever stay in the Eglin Temporary Living Facility, do not sit on the middle cushion of the couch in unit 2045. Makes me wonder how many seat cushions I've sat on in the past that have been pooped on...things that make me ponder.:)
~Tori
PS. We have airplane tickets!!! Finally. Leave out this weekend.
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