I should know by now that when Nyla is silent, she's working on a special surprise in her diaper. Yesterday, she was silently sitting in her vibrating chair while we were eating dinner. One of my nieces went over to say hi to Nyla, and went "Lizzie, why does Nyla have a spot on the front of her shirt? Did she barf?" I didn't think she had, so I let it go without thought. Good thing my mother-in-law went over to see Nyla. "Uh, Lizzie, I think she pooped on her shirt." Classic Nyla right there.
I went to get Nyla to clean her up, expecting there to be just a little spot in the front but a diaper full of poo. To my surprise, it was quite the opposite! Nyla had managed to poop up her front, almost to her chest. TO HER CHEST. There was poo in her belly button. Was there any on her back? No. There was barely anything on her butt cheeks. Nyla had managed to poop almost strictly on the front half of her body. How lovely.
We score her poops by the number of wipes we use to clean her up. Yesterday's disaster was a 9-wiper! Yikes! Not to mention the 3 it took to clean up her tummy. The poop was so horrendous, we actually had to throw the outfit that she was wearing away. Gross.
Her bodily functions were pretty outstanding yesterday. Lots of spitting up, including one big one on Grandma Ellis. That's nice that Nyla is starting to share the wealth instead of continually saving all the baby barf for mommy. Thank you, Nylabear.
Happy 1st Father's Day to my sweet Big Bear! I love you Paul. You're a wonderful father to our baby bear!
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