I don't know who reads this, I am assuming friends and family, a few random people that either come across it clicking around the blogger website, and anyone that has clicked a link I left where I might have left comments. I do know that if you have a kid, are about to, or been around them, crap does happen. And never in a controllable, cute "oh my, look at that little solid turd" kind of way.
If the SAW movies were to use poop instead of blood, it would be THAT kind of way.
|This guy'd tap out first round of this game|
First off an infant's poop is a mustard, dingy yellow. Remember in the box of Crayola crayons there was, as many a young lad has referred to it, the "poop brown" and "puke green" crayons that were never used but always pulled out to "smell" it and see if it smelled like it looked? Yeah, take those and with the fire of Mount Doom in the land of Mordor of Middle Earth, combine then into one color. It would become the color known as 'The Brown Eye of Sauron'. That's the color of a baby's poop, with the all-controlling powers of the One Ring.
Secondly, a baby's poop is something to the consistency of road tar, molten magma, and used motor oil. It's very viscous, usually hot to the touch, and becomes super sticky shortly after emission and full of shavings. What that creates is a slurry that looks and feels like it could pass as Indian food but in actuality is a biological hazard that the UN has sanctions against countries that produce it. So basically it is like a poisonous Slimer from the Ghostbusters.
Well on one unfortunate day the diaper was unable to hold the onslaught of the Turd Titan as it was bequeathed from my son's body. But only on one side, and despite the colossal mess that was created, it came silently in the night like the last plaque came upon the Egyptians. And mighty was the wailing in the streets afterwards.
|Jojo demonstrates the many faces made that day.|
So as good parents, and trying to prep ourselves for what was to come, we decided to change Jojo. I had the misfortune to have the first contact made with the enemy, but the contact wasn't made when the pants were removed. Nay, nay. The first contact came upon the removal of the left sock. While the term "uncorking" brings about images of people at a party opening wine or a bottle of bubbly, this uncorking brought about sheer despair.
|The Tunnel of Turd.|
|CAREFUL DOWN THERE MOM!!|
|Pinkies up for safety.|
|Dad, I think they need to make onesies to handle my manliness, I ripped out of this one|
|Ahh...no poop in the fuzzies.|
After the trimming came the cleansing. Because we all know that unclean feeling that we get after we defecate down our leg. Oh you don't know that feeling? Try experiencing it....
|Hey mom, what's that on your face?|
|I bite my thumb at you poopy diaper.|
Until we meet again.