Yesterday was his 2 week baby check up. We are at a whopping 8 pounds and 4 ounces! Almost a pound up from last week! It validates me as a new mommy that things in booby dairy land are all systems go. At least I am not starving him! After his check up we headed to my OB to get paper work so we can get some moola from the disability insurance company. Apparently that kind of trip was not down in Jax land... We had a poopy fit. Several times. No really. An explosive horrid sound bellowed from his little bottom and a stench like none other. On more than one occasion. Yep. I plowed through all 4 diapers and 3 onesies I had packed for our trip that was going to only last less than 3 hours... Changing diapers in the back seat of a Honda Accord is a feat only to be accomplished by someone other than myself... or maybe it's just because I have a boy. But after the scene was set, the poopy disaster was semi cleaned- he let 'er rip...
Hosed. Yep... This Texas Ranger had to sit in someone else's dirty pee pants-- all the way home. If you don't have a little boy, you can't possibly understand the magnitude of this event. It comes with no warning! You can't deflect it... you can't run from it. That little weiner has a mind of its own.
Ah.... another day in Mommy land. I love my little Jax-a-rooney.
