From the title of this post, you know I'm going to write about Poop. I have capitalized Poop because this story warrants it. We were returning home from Mexico and had a layover in Phoenix, AZ, Suhana had not made much poop while we were in Mexico (travelling will mess with your rhythm we all know this) and I had given her some Naked Green Machine juice to drink. After a bit, she tells me she is making poo-poo. This is what she usually says and so I was preparing myself for quite a bit of Poop. What ensued was of such great proportions that it had me shocked. And I am a mom of two kids and I have seen my share of Poop. So as she is done, she is starting to fuss and grab her diaper through her pants, and I can tell she is bothered by something, so I look down and through her black and white striped leggings there is Poop coming out! So I grab my wipes case, a diaper, changing pad and Suhana and run to the bathroom. I get inside and put her on top of the changing table and start to pull off her tennis shoes, which somehow touch her pants and get Poop on them. I throw them on the floor, next I grab her socks off, and Poop gets on those too. Then I see she is so mad, that as she was grabbing her pants she got Poop on her hands and its being rubbed on her shirt! So the pants come off, onto the floor, next I assess the Poop that is in her diaper, on the side of her thigh, and I see that I only have 3 wipes left in my case!! Really?????? So I use those, and tell Suhana not to move as I leave her on the changing table and go to the sink and grab paper towels, wet them and go and wipe her. I must have done that like 5 times... (goes to show the enormity of the Poop) I finally put a clean diaper on her and lift her up to pull her shirt off, throw that on the floor and take her to wash her hands thoroughly. I realize that I didn't bring a change of clothes into the bathroom, so I grab my baby, grab her Poop clothes and shoes and go back to Avikar. I look through my diaper bag and realize that I don't have any pants for her to wear, just a tshirt!!!!!!!! Really?????? So, she ends up wearing a long shirt that covers her diaper and thats it. No pants, No shoes, No socks. Yup, that's it. We reach LA and she just has a tshirt on. :)
Oh and the best part? We brought her Poop stuff home in a Burger King paper bag. Keeping it real.
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