Well, yesterday was the first day in Jack's entire life that he did not poop. Each diaper change I felt like I was going into battle--about to step on a land mine, if you will. This morning as he was swaying happily in his swing, I noticed a curious aroma. As I lifted him up, I noticed something seeping through his onesie.
We are talking EXPLOSION. And STINKY.
Needless to say, 6-10 wipes didn't even touch the surface, so Jack got an early bath. Afterwards, as he was on the changing table and I was getting ready to dress him, I asked him if he felt better. He smiled (I'm not kidding). Then I returned him, 5 ounces lighter, to his swing.
I decided not to post a picture of this incident.
