The other day Ryan and I were talking and I realized that once again we were not discussing romantic matters of the heart...we were discussing poo...yes the excrement! I just want everyone to be aware that your conversations will become 50% poop related. So be warned not only will "excrement" land all over your relationship, it also has the tendancy to land on your clothes...
Picture this...I'm in the kitchen making a little something to eat...and Ryan starts yelling, "Steph, help, Help...HELP!" I run over and as if it had happened magically Brayden had managed to almost get nothing in his diaper and instead placed a lovely puddle of baby fecal matter on ryan's crotch! Well I did what any proud mother would do and looked for the camera so I could capture the moment! Unforunately I couldn't find it and Ryan was turning an usual color of red as he started to give me the look of death (P.S. Brayden looked like the happiest little clam there could be during this whole process, as Ryan dangled him in the air, leg covered in brown...or yellow...or was it green...anyways...)
So I grabbed my baby boy, we had a good chuckle together, and I walked right passed the wipes and straight to the bath. !!LESSON!! There's only so much wipes can do until a baby just smells like wipes and poo. NOT CUTE! This story reminds me of the time Brayden thought it would be funny to poo all over me when I was picking him out of the ncie clean bath he has just had...but I won't bore you with that one...I feel like it's better to laugh at Ryan's expense.
So there it is...Poop on my once, shame on the Baby...Poop on Ryan again and again...Hilarious!
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