Core Meltdown in Reactor Two
July 2nd, 2008* Warning: The following content may not be suitable for Jeremy Roush.
So I finished my editing project and met this morning with two members of the group who had written the book. And an hour into the meeting Violet dropped a diaper bomb that was completely uncontained. I looked down to see the mustard running out of the bottom of her pantleg. It was an awkward interruption to our discussion. What followed was an impromptu bath for Vibble in the restroom. She did a lot of rolling around on the nasty restroom floor, and I could not seem to keep her in my paper-towel nest. Lucky for Baby, I had a spare outfit in her size. Sadly, I was not so lucky and had to accept my new role as human-wad-of-toilet-paper.
So that’s my baby poop story. What’s yours?
July 3rd, 2008 at 12:10 am
Yum.
July 3rd, 2008 at 1:24 am
That is so gross. Ew. Gross. Vomit. Heave. Purge. Gag. Barf.
I don’t know why I clicked on the link. Ew. Sometimes I miss the old Kristan who used to cringe at the word, “poop.”
July 3rd, 2008 at 1:30 am
There is a scene from a movie with Michelle Pfipher(sp?) where she was trying to juggle kid and meet with ome hotshot executives. The kid gets stuff on her shirt so she buys a t-shirt at Animal Planet and wears it backwards under her suit jacket. Your incident is a lot funnier. Just the scene in the restroom, bathing the kid in a sink, poop on your clothing. Joy. The lesson is that you have to carry a clean outfit for yourself as well.
The parents smile knowingly and think been there, done that, worn the poopy t-shirt. Others have no idea.
July 3rd, 2008 at 1:59 am
I feel Violet’s pain. There always seems to be coffee around when these things happen…
July 3rd, 2008 at 3:08 am
Honestly, you don’t want to hear my baby poop story. Just wait until they’re potty training and want to run around pantsless, is all I’m saying.
Or maybe I’m saying, “keep some pants on that kid!”
July 3rd, 2008 at 4:07 am
I don’t know what’s more horrifying: your relentless telling of poo tales, or our multitudinous responses to them.
Oddly enough, I was pooped on by an adult person recently. The word “cute” didn’t come to mind.
July 3rd, 2008 at 6:17 am
Might just as well throw those pink pants away, darlin’ – that stain ain’t NEVER comin’ out!
Isn’t it amazing how your attitude about stuff like this changes when you’re the parent of the pooper?
She rolled around on a PUBLIC bathroom floor? Now THAT is GROSS! Didn’t they have one of those changing table things that pull down from the wall? Shame on them!
July 3rd, 2008 at 5:37 pm
That is one wasted pair of pants.
Violet just gave her mommy an excuse to go shopping.