Poop

As a parent, you deal with a lot of poop.  A LOT.  I know my days of butt wiping are far from over and I am okay with that.  Some days, though, I am SO over poop.

The more experience you have as a parent (or just with kids in general), the less phased you get about kids and their bodily functions.  This was an actual scenario from this evening:

(Looking down) What is that on my jeans?
Hmmm... (Checking G's diaper)
Yep, it's poop.
(Now looking at my shirt) Ugh, what's that?
(Now smelling shirt) Also poop.

Trying to change G's diaper these days is like trying to wrestle a baby alligator.  He does not want to stay on his back and almost always immediately tries to flip over to his tummy.  I have tried using the changing pad strap, distracting him with toys, and keeping him between my legs in a "leg lock."  It's an adventure to say the least.

Most days are manageable, and then, well, there are days like this...

Please note the oozing bum and please try not to notice my crazy hair...

He somehow managed to poop out of his diaper and JUST get it on his foot (not down the leg, not in the seat, not on his clothes!).  Then he was happily playing as if nothing even happened.  Awesome.