Yellow Zebra

I was having a nice little cuddle session after feeding B today and looked down later to discover a mysterious yellow zebra on the Boppy pillow. Zebras aren't yellow, you might be wondering. Nevermind that some of the animals on this pillow cover are of proper coloring and others, like giraffes are blue. But this zebra? This zebra is indeed white with black stripes (or isn't it that they are actually black with white stripes?). Anyway, this zebra was now yellow. And we're not talking about urine here. It was straight poo.

I was laughing as I talked with my friend Lauren about her twins having blowouts and how I hadn't experienced such things (lucky me! my kid is so special!) until literally, the next day I experienced my very own blowout. And let me set the record straight that I'm comfortable talking to Lauren about parent/baby crap because she went through hell and high water plus multiple miscarriages to get those babies. And then the next day, another blowout. Now we've lost count of how much poo has been discovered on our clothes, baby items, skin, you name it. I even *vomit* discovered some suspicious yellow on his bouncer yesterday. Let's just say I'm thrilled we chose a dark color for that thing. Baby crap can sure get massively dir-tay. We've also started giving him Poly-Vi-Sol drops (he drinks that baby straight and likes it) every other day and that makes the whole poo process even more grodie. I urban dictionaried that for you in case you needed more explanation on the word.

We've also decided that there is an acceptability factor when it comes to baby urine. Not only does he have blowouts (and please don't advise me that his diapers don't fit because we've tried two sizes and three different brands and none are blowout-proof-- and no I don't want to hear about cloth diapering because I'm too lazy), but he pees like a racehorse. I have been peed on probably 30 times, y'all. At this point, I don't even flinch and half the time, I don't even change my clothes. I know. I'm repulsive. If it's sort of small or in a place that will dry quickly or if I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, I don't change. I know. Urine is sterile, right? And somehow it feels more acceptable coming out of an 8-week old munchkin.

I'll update traveling with a newborn and our visit to Hilton Head, SC and Savannah, GA soon with some photos. Until then, I'll leave you with a photo that currently is without a caption. Because, I mean... it speaks for itself, no?

no. he did not sleep there.