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brandon williamscraig  

It had to happen.
Better than a kick in the head with a rusty boot (thanks, Lisa)...
it is time for...
The Poop Post.

It is a law that new parents must, at some point, marvel at the pernicious and profound place Poop purloins in their newly babyful world.

But seriously, WOW - now THAT was some serious poop.
[mis en garde: the following post contains graphic depictions of you-know-what]

It is known as The Blow Out.
Sometimes, even when the legs have been cinched tight enough to restrict the blood flow to his brain...
Poop will Out.
Out the back, out the leg that suddenly gapes just a bit when he leans into a reprise poop, letting out the secondary flow into the otherwise pristine, extremely cute trousers (distinguishable from jumpers by the lack of easy-access crotch snaps).

And chunks! The kid eats mother's milk. Where do chunks come from? Is he sneaking Mounds Bars into his crib of an evening?

Very impressive.
When They said that parenting (for the first bit) is all about bodily fluids of every color and viscocity, Brother, they weren't kidding.

Up next, Drool.
Phlegm at 11.
   | posted by Unknown @ 12/30/2005 07:09:00 PM

 

 

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