Getting Bigger! And, a new level of disgusting … - Baby Steps in High Heels

Monday, January 4, 2010

Getting Bigger! And, a new level of disgusting …

I had a really sentimental post ready to transfer from my head to this blog … all about how I noticed Baby’s ears getting bigger. They’re still just slightly larger than a quarter but I swear they’re growing, and it makes me sad! It’s not always easy to notice these kinds of changes when you spend every day together, but she is changing … so much, every day! She even recently started having real tears. My dad put together a photo montage, and I just can’t believe how much our little girl has grown in the last 5 weeks.

Okay, so that was a little taste of how sappy this posting could have been. However, as usual, Baby had other plans. She has provided us with a new topic for today.

A warning to readers: My life has been consumed by diaper counts and diaper contents for the last 5 weeks. My social filter is a little rusty. If you’re at all squeamish, stop reading now. I’m sure one of the lovely blog postings listed to the right can entertain you for today.

Diaper contents. Right. Or, lack thereof. For several days. Babies aren’t supposed to do too much, right? Eat, sleep, and poop. That’s all. Well, Baby took about a four day vacation from the latter. I was getting worried! And, yes, I blame the formula. Stinkin’ formula!

Well, four days in, Baby finally had a dirty diaper. It was green. It was gross. We changed it and rejoiced. Fast forward a couple of hours to Baby sitting in her bouncer. She’s a little fussy, but that’s pretty typical since she’s due to eat in about an hour. She’s easily pacified (thank you, paci!), but I decided it would be a good time to play and let her get some exercise and tummy time. As I start to pick her up out of the bouncer, Husband hears me groan, scream, etc. The Pretty Purple Bouncer is …. brown, er … green, er … brownish-green. Everywhere. EVERYWHERE. The term ‘blowout’ is a vast understatement for what we were dealing with. It was up to her elbows, literally! I won’t get into too many of the gory details, but let’s just say the experience ended with us surgically removing a cute little outfit from Baby. Okay, well, we just cut it off of her with a pair of scissors, but it felt a little like surgery, a very precarious surgery.

Once the outfit was safely removed, Husband held her down while I used wipes for the initial cleaning. Then, it was off to the bathroom sink. Gone are the days of the careful, sweet, sponge baths that I liked to call spa days. We held that kid right under the running water and then scrubbed her down. Seriously, it was disgusting. Ah, the joys of parenthood.

By the way, thanks to everyone who emailed me their lists. I think I have changed the settings here so you can comment without being an official follower. Somebody, try it out and let me know. :-)


  1. How funny... one of you should have taken pictures!! :-)

  2. It's amazing how parenting changes us. I could have this conversation over dinner and not think anything of it!

  3. Haha! I started a whole label in my blog called "poop"! Blowouts are so much fun. They get even better when the little ones start eating solid food :)! (I also hear you on the lack of social filter. I think I'm experiencing that most days)