Christmas Ramp

My girls share a moment

It's the day before Christmas Eve and the reality of the season has finally hit. Though we didn't see my family today except for dinner, the day was full of activity.

We were out and about picking up some last minute groceries and other things today with Margaret in the Baby Bjorn. We were stopped for conversation a couple of times by curious bystanders who took an interest in Margaret. I have to say, it's very gratifying when complete strangers take an interest in her. Vanity, I know.

Unfortunately, she's been particularly fussy today while not in the Baby Bjorn.

Lots of crying even after feedings. I think it may have something to do with her tummy. Her poop has been quite runny and I wonder if the antibiotics are interfering with her digestive system. SAM finishes her course of antibiotics tomorrow so we'll hope that her digestion improves.

"Don't tell daddy, but..."

Fallout from the runny tummy happened explosively today at around 5:00 PM, after we got home.

SAM was feeding her on the couch when Margaret let loose an explosive report. The next thing I hear is, SAM saying, "Oh it's all over my jeans. Can you go get a cloth?"

Crap. I dash into the next room only to find our stack of cloths completely depleted. By the time I come back with one from the crib and manage to hold up Margaret, it's too late. Margaret has leaked a stream of liquid poop out of the side of the diaper and in Sarah's lap is a pool of yellow baby poop. Sarah is covered in poop. Margaret is covered in poop.

Unusually, I was the only one not covered in poop. It was almost worth a cheer but I managed to restrain myself. I didn't think SAM would have appreciated that.

Anyways, trying to get a poopy onesie off a baby without further spreading it around is harder than it looks. I mean, you have to get it over her head without rubbing it on her or the changing table.

I managed it, however, feeling lucky that at least this time, I wasn't the one who had to clean it up.