Feb 9, 2009


For any would be parents out there contemplating leaping into the procreative waters, the following announcement is for you.

Truman just barfed all over himself while simultaneously filling his diaper with enough diarhea to overflow into his pants and cover his legs. The vomit smell was pungent enough to curl your nose hairs and the odor emanating from his pants could wake the dead. You too should have kids.

Carry on.


Charity Donovan said...

Pooooor baby! Pooor Daddy! Poor Washing machine!

my name is Amanda said...

You have effectively quieted my uterus.

(For now.)

Chatter said...

Every single morning Landon has a blow out. It doesn't matter how many diaper brands I've tried, it still happens. So about 6:45 a.m. I'm usually cleaning Landon up after his morning ritual. Good times.