And They Called Him King Poonami

So what is it that is keeping me so busy that I'm a blog slacker? Today I realized it might have something to do with the extraordinary amount of poop that I deal with on a regular basis.

Isaiah never was a fan of formula and is a tiny little guy holding steady at the 10th percentile for weight (and 95th for height..he's like a 2x4 with a head). When we first started solids he didn't eat much. It was mostly a taste and see process. Shortly before the 6 month mark his appetite for solids began to mimic his father. In other words, he is now capable of eating us out of house and home. I haven't seen much difference in his weight, though I expect all this eating to catch up with him soon. I have, however, noticed a significant difference in the poop arena.

It goes without saying that the more that goes in, the more that comes out. That being said, I wasn't expecting this! Isaiah can go from spankin' clean (gleaming even) and within a matter of seconds there's poop EVERYWHERE! Its down the leg, up the back, in the neckline?!! WTF! How, oh how, is a mother to undress the poop monster without getting it in his hair or on my shirt or on my hands? I have yet to find a way...and I'm becoming a pro.

Aside from my continual gag-ridden amazement of the poonami, I also wonder about the timing of it all. How is it that I can spend the day staying so busy that I forget to eat and once I FINALLY put something on the stove...you guessed it, POONAMI! I am always running late these days. Want to know why? In a word, POONAMI.

So now that I have finally taken a minute to sit and eat my lunch/dinner (linner?) while venting about poo, I've got an emergency waiting for me in the other room. Yes, it is covered in poo.