For the record, if you invited me to your house for dinner, I would not (read: might possibly) talk about poop, its not for civilized conversation. But number one, everybody poops especially kids and Number two (welcome to the pun portion of the blog) this blog is about our real life so were going there. If you dont like a good old fashioned discussion about poop, Arrivederci. When you clicked on the link to this blog, you entered Jamitown. And in Jamitown, Poop is currently sitting Mayor. (pun intended)
Breastfed babies have glorious poop. Fact. It doesnt stink, hardly stains and aside from looking like someone squirted mustard into a diaper, isnt really all that offensive to the senses. In short, the poop is the bomb. (only a few more, I promise.) But then these babies go on and grow up you and require more than just the boob. They need real food. And, as they say, what goes in must come out. That my friends is when things get really crappy. (see what I did there?)
Delaney has been on solid foods for a few weeks now. Today I made her homemade sweet potato, carrot, yellow squash puree. She thinks I am a fabulous cook. She has also had some Avacados, pears, and bananas. Loves the pears. Thinks everything else is just ehh.
This little squirt (Ok last one) is a 13lbs 3oz poop factory now that she is on real people food. And this kids diapers can clear a room. Were talking, take that diaper directly to the dumpster outside kinda thing.
I say the next one is for Daddy. Hes already used to the suit.
Word to the turd
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| Leave me alone, Im poopin |
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