I’d heard plenty of the story of little boys spraying down their parents and/or other diaper changing agent. I knew that with us having a little girl, I’d be avoiding the problem of liquid geysers.
Or I thought I knew I would.
No – she didn’t pee up my sleeve. She pooped across the changing table.
Don’t click if you don’t want details…
Richell and I had gone up for a routine diaper change and shortly after I pulled Olivia’s diaper off, she decided she hadn’t quite finished. Thanks to the great training we’ve gotten, the old diaper was in place below her to catch it. Unfortunately, that didn’t finish it for her. Instead, she shot her next salvo well off the diaper, across her clothes and onto the changing pad cover.
Ahhh… learning to be a parent.