The Dirtier Side of Having an Infant

It started out innocently enough. We were just sitting in bed, playing and talking...I was on the phone with my mom and we were talking about how we would soon start hearing Lia say "mamama" and "dadada". She was sitting on my chest. I noticed the signs but had faith in the barrier that sat between us--after all, if it had failed in the past it had always been in the back and above the diaper line, not to the sides...

And then, one satisfying grunt and I thought (and said) "wow, that was really warm." I looked down and sure enough, it WAS really warm, because it was dripping on my arm, my shirt, her onesie, the sheets, the lap pad and the down comforter. My child had exploded all over the place and I was thoroughly stumped as to how I could manage to get a good enough grip on her so she wouldn't fall and at the same time prevent more of it from getting on everything. All the while my mom is yelling "Payback!". Not helpful.

I ended up sitting her in the sink (the advantages of her being able to hold her head up!) and washing her off in there, then throwing the whole mess into the washing machine with a few scoops of Oxy-Clean to soak for several hours. And the whole time my sweet girl just sat there with this contented look on her face.

And now I have just done a blog post based entirely on excrement. Ew.

The naked pictures are the aftermath. She had a good time just hanging out on the bathmat as I tickled her and kissed her belly.

These are pictures I took in the past few days--sleeping next to the tree and hanging out with me in the kitchen as I made fudge for Ben's Advent Lessons and Carols this afternoon.