Today I experienced the phenomenon I have previously only heard about: pooping up the back.
Usually Little Man gives us plenty of reason to believe he is filling up his diaper. The faces, the noises--all surefire signs that a visit to the changing table is inevitable. Today, however, he was a very stealthy pooper. I didn't notice anything amiss until after he'd eaten his lunch of pureed sweet potato and I was lifting him up out of his high chair.
Poop. Everywhere. Um, ew.
I ask you, what good is a diaper if it doesn't contain that stuff? The kid might as well have been wearing a tissue tied around his tushie. We had a mess on the changing pad. On his pants. On his onesie. On me. And all the way up his back.
The result? An impromptu bath in the sink, a new shirt for Mommy, a whole new outfit for Little Man, and a big load of laundry that had been practically soaked in stain spray.
To be fair, I have never been peed on.
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