Is that...Wait... Is that POO?

I thought I knew what I was in for when I had a baby. I knew how to change a nappy. I knew that you had to feed them boob or bottle. And I knew there wasn't going to be a lot of sleep going on.


I hadn't braced myself for the poo.


  Oh, the poo!



My first major poo moment, was when Eli was only a few months old. I was giving him some much needed pants off time (What I like to call "Hanging out with his wang out" on his waterproof mat. He was giggling away and squealing. It was very cute and funny. I thought I'd sneak off and go to the bathroom.

I should not have.

My son, in the time I was gone, got quite busy there on the floor.

He managed to poo. EVERYWHERE. It was up his arms, in his hair, up his back. And just to add to the fun times for Mummy... well, he decided he'd roll along the floor, just to make sure it was no longer on the waterproof mat. Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, his poo covered hand made its way to his mouth. This is when I SCREAMED! Needless to say, this just made him cry and the whole thing was an ordeal!

We got through that. I laughed about it, once the floor was cleaned, the mat was washed and the baby was bathed. I even sent my husband a text, with a photo of it, saying "Eli has a package for you, but it's pretty shit". He sent back  "You're a sicko". I thought I was pretty funny.

There have been many memorable poo moments since...

But today... today was a corker!
I had just bathed that cheeky, tiny love o' mine and I noticed his bottom was pretty red. So, against my better judgement, I decided to let him crawl around in front of the heater, with his wang free.

Then, I received a phone call from my friend Amy. We were chatting away about Hot lunch Monday  & the hip and happening online Scentsy Party we were about to attend.

Then it happened.

I looked down.

And my son, was fingerpainting the loungeroom rug, with his poo.

HIS POO.

I quickly, yet calmly, told Amy I needed to GO, because my son had done a poo on the floor.

Then I SCREAMED.

He laughed.

I grabbed the nearest towel.

And then, we sorted the situation out.




Being a Mum is so fun.

Lucky he's adorable!







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