
Yesterday was one of those waste management days. Like I said, mothering is not for the faint of heart. It is also not for the weak of stomach. Elijah doesn't dirty his diaper on a regular basis. For several days he is so easy, just wetting his diaper. Other days he turns into the poop-o-matic. Oh yeah. Yesterday was a poop-o-matic day. You don't want all the details but I will tell you that I finally gave him a bath after lunch. Not because he had pooped again, but simply because his entire body stunk. He let up after his bath and hasn't dirtied his diaper (or his highchair, or his clothes, or his bed) since yesterday.
Every time Elijah does this I think, "Oh yeah. Several days of not pooping means one day of pooping like crazy." But I forget inbetween. If I had the presence of mind to remember, I would be sure to put him in tee shirts and not onesies and I would not pick him up without checking his back for excess poop from his diaper. Gross!!!