I am going to preface this by saying if you have a weak stomach stop reading.......
Last night got insane. Finley was constipated and waking all night long crying, she finally managed to poop out a few pellet sized hard poops and I changed her on the living room floor.
Today Gary calls me to tell me he had a great "dad moment."
Gillian came into the playroom chewing on something, Gary thought it was a rogue cheerio but after she was chewing on it for a while he decided to fish it out of her mouth. It wasn't a cheerio.
It was a rock hard pellet of baby poop! Can you say freaking yuck?! I don't know how she got it, it must have rolled out of the diaper when I was changing Finn last night?
I asked Gary what he did and he said he washed her mouth out with a washcloth and then told me he gave her a big kiss and then remembered she was just chewing on poop. Double yuck!
All I gotta say is better him than me!