Poop I

Yes, I am, in fact, titling this post "Poop I." This is because (1) I have a story about poop and (2) I imagine this will not be the only time I will be blogging about poop, plus I believe there is a very good chance that over the next couple of months there will be more stories about poop. So for now, here is Poop I:

Last weekend, we drove out to Berkeley. Usually, we exclusively use cloth diapers, but since I knew we would be gone most of the afternoon, I packed disposables thinking they would be easier to deal with. Most of our day went by without incident. Amy and I put Lola in the stroller and walked around Berkeley, going to a bookstore and stopping for frozen yogurt. It was relatively uneventful.


When we returned to Amy's apartment, Lola was a bit fussy, so I changed her diaper. Afterwards, I pulled out the fabulous hooter hider that Liz bought me and began to nurse Lola while sitting on the couch. Within minutes, Amy exclaimed, "POOP!" I looked down and saw Lola's leg, socks, my pants, the hooter hider, and the couch was covered in runny, seedy mustard-yellow poop.


I was mortified.

I jumped up, hoping to prevent any more poop from coming in contact with the couch. This upset Lola, as it interrupted her nursing session, and she began to wail. Amy grabbed a towel and I rushed to change Lola's diaper while repeatedly apologizing for the poop on the couch. When I opened up her diaper, there was relatively little poop inside the diaper. Apparently, all the poop was on Lola, myself, and the couch.

Luckily, I had packed an extra outfit for Lola and the poop easily came out of the couch, but unfortuantely, I failed to pack another pair of pants for myself. So I spot cleaned my pants, and sucked it up the situation to be another hazing incident in the rite of parenthood.


As for the couch, no serious damage was done. Amy and Adam told us not to worry about it (they are saints), and Lola spent the remainder of the day just hanging out in Amy's arms.