Blow Out

I'm sure just about every mom has a story like this one. Nathan was waking up yesterday morning (for the second time) and I could hear him working on something. From the bathroom, I kept peeking in the bedroom, and I could see his feet stick straight up in the air every once in awhile. Eventually he decided that he really did want to be picked up, and I went over to get him. He greeted me with a smile, which melted my heart. When I picked him up, though, he cried out like he was uncomfortable. Then I felt that my hand was wet. I took him over to the changing table, and began to operate. I found that he had pooped up the back and out the sides. So it was very difficult to not smear him as I wrestled the tight fitting clothes over his head. (I'm sort of in denial that we have to move on to 3-6 month clothes) Once I got him "necked" (as they say here) I wiped him again, and trotted upstairs. I filled the bath, and set him in, when suddenly the bath water turned a murky yellow. He had pooped again – without any of the usually grunting warnings! So out of the bath he went, and laid on the towel while I emptied the bath, cleaned the bath, and refilled it. Thankfully he was cooing happily while he waited. This time we made it, and got him dressed. Later in the day he blew out another diaper, ruined another set of clothes, and got another bath, but the water stayed clear. Fun memories.










Later that evening, Nathan woke up with a tummy ache.










So, Daddy joined along.












This is our favorite expression when he is upset. It is just so hard to catch with this camera.










We still love you, Nathan!

P.S. I'm still having formatting problems. Sorry. :-)