It was Alex's 31st birthday yesterday. Brian and Jen were visiting, and we only wanted to show them what baby poop looked like. We got more than we bargained for.
Francie hadn't had a dirty diaper in a day or two, so we were excited when we heard a series of loud squishy farts while Jen was holding her. She had been a bit fussy (Francie, not Jen), but after her five big pushes, she went right to sleep, content as could be, in her aunt's arms. We didn't want to disturb her immediately, but then Jen said she felt wet. Alex collected the diaper-changing arsenal and placed Francie on our (new) coffee table for our evening entertainment.. Again, we got WAY more than we bargained for. We're talking elbow-deep in poo. I'll spare you the details (even though I love to provide a good poop account; Alex says it's inappropriate). Needless to say, Francie most definitely required a good bath.
Here she is, in the birthday onesie she made her daddy, with the early signs of her first real blowout - stains above the belly button.
We're just glad we weren't trialling our cloth diapers at the time, given the recommended minimum weight is an 8 lb baby. She would have really leaked everywhere.
She looks like a baby sumo wrestler.
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