Four Poops, Four Outfits

Is it physically impossible for Nyla to keep her poops in her diaper? After yesterday, the answer is a resounding yes. Outfit number one was the only one spared of baby poo, but this is only because she barfed on it before she could poop on it. Classy.

Outfit number two was put on and lasted for a few hours. Then the grunting and groaning of Nyla pushing started and it was all over! When Nyla poops, she makes the same sounds that you hear in the movies...real grunts while she pulls her legs all the way up. I hope to remind her of this when she gets older, as I'm sure she will be mortified. I'm trying to catch it on video (it really is hilarious), but every time she sees a camera, she stops everything she's doing to look at it.

Okay back to the outfit, number two was removed due to a massive blowout that crept out her diapers and onto her clothes and halfway up her back. Pretty.

Not joking, we put on outfit three only to remove it five minutes later because Miss Nyla felt the need to poop again. How wonderful!

I know we're not using the wrong size diaper...she just has massive poops. I'm sure she appreciates me sharing this information with everyone. But seriously Nyla, let's keep the product in the packaging, okay?

Outfit four is what she went to sleep in last night, and she was still dry this morning when Paul and I woke up. Whew! The upside to yesterday is that she got to wear lots of outfits that will probably not fit in three days, so that's good! Hooray!

Here's another little anecdote for you. Paul and I have reached a new plateau, if you will, of parenting. A higher level of parenthood. Nyla had a stuffy nose the other day, and lo and behold, when I looked up her nose she had a huge booger. Nevermind I could have gotten a Kleenex; nope, I just put my finger in her nose and dug it out like it was my own. With the booger on the tip of my finger, I turned to Paul and went, "Paul, take this." Like it happens everyday, here Paul, take this booger from my finger and while you're at it, fix dinner please. Did he even miss a beat though? No, he just grabbed it off my finger and went to put throw it away. No Kleenex, no toilet paper, just grabbed it with his bare hands. That's a real man right there.