8.19.2008
The Poop Machine
We haven't checked in lately because we're too busy changing diapers. The poop machine (her new nickname) has been going crazy! She seems to have a habit of crop dusting (going all the time) but instead of just a constant little trickle, it's more like a A-Bomb going off in her pants. We had three blow-outs (it is exactly like it sounds) in less than 15 minutes earlier today. I feel bad for her diapers. Nothing could compete with that. You could syran wrap her bum, wrap a whole roll of duct tape around it and seal it in wax but her poo would still escape. I swear its acid. Kinda like in the alien movies when the saliva eats through metal. Thats her. Except poo not saliva. And diapers, not metal.
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Who is holding this beautiful Baby?
All you yalk about is poop. Nobody cares...about me.
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