Friday, June 27, 2008
It's all about the poop.
I am now the mom of a portable baby, meaning he is actually advanced enough to sit up in a high chair or shopping cart, so we can actually go out and about without a back-up. Which is totally awesome because I was beginning to feel like a shut-in when he was too big for the carrier-type carseat but too floppy to hold himself upright. So I was all psyched, ready to go shopping when I realized I am not yet free. None of the places I was going to shop have a diaper changing station, and the boy was way overdue for a poop. So we waited. And waited. And by the time the little dude clenched his fists and made the poopface, it was too late to go anywhere because it was time for a bottle and a nap. This is how I plan my day now, around the big poop.