Wednesday, November 28, 2007

The Art of Compromise or Situational Hygiene

WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT. DISCRETION IS ADVISED.



I woke her up, changed her, fed her...and smelt poop within an hour.
Hmm.

So I went to change her again and it was just a poop. Not the usual steaming mass, but a poop like a dog poop. A singular, lone, independent poop. I scooped it out of her otherwise dry diaper and refastened the adhesive tabs.

For a fleeting second I wondered "Was That Gross?" then decided that I was fine with it.

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