Five days. Five days without anything escaping from the rear hatch, if you know what I mean.
He's gone maybe two days, but once day three and day four crept up, I wondered what was up (down? anywhere?). There was only breastmilk in there...and peas...and squash...hmmmm...
I wasn't worried. He was happy. Good appetite, soft tummy, all the things that should have indicated all things were go - except that there was just no go.
So I dug in the auxiliary stash and found the prunes. He loved 'em. Like pureed sticks of dynamite, down the hatch they went.
I waited...
....and waited......
.....and waited.........................
NOTHING.
All day!! I kept getting emails from Matt asking, "Ka-blam yet???" No, no ka-blam yet.
See, when I hear a baby ka-blam, my stomach just feels better by proxy. I knew Levi didn't need to feel better. I did.
Hauled out the prunes again, much to his delight. Shoveled them in like they were going outta style.
Dinnertime, sitting in his little seat-thingy. He grunted, turned red. Matt and I looked at each other. But no ka-blam. C'mon kid. Grunt. *silence* Seriously.
Sigh. Oh well. We tried. It'll come when it comes. Well, we'll try a few more tricks up our sleeve. Let's play airplane!!!! Rolling Levi on the bed, this way and that, pulling up his legs, Matt's playing fighter-jet-artillary-boy-stuff with Levi's feet up in the air...Levi's having a grand old time...
....but still no ka-blam.
Time for a bath, then, let's wrap this show up. Clearly it'll happen when it happens and we shan't worry.
Pull off his little pants....
....the onesie......
......a finger check of the diaper, quick peek into the dark cavern of that scary place where only mothers dare to tread........
......................................ohhhhhhhhh nooooooooooo.................................
!!!!!!!
Those quiet, surreptitious grunts at the dinner table?
Beneath them slipped a monumental, horrifying mess of biblical proportions.
And then we made him play "airplane" in it!!!
Five days!!!
5 comments:
L! O! L! You crack me up. Emrys wants you to know that brave Daddy's often dare to tread into the "dark cavern of the scary place"
Jenny, this is so funny! Felix once went seven days. Now I'm longing for that time (he's a pretty "regular" kid, if you know what I mean).
The "dark cavern of the scary place" just cracks me up. I can so relate!
Ha! You are so stinkin' funny! But you know what's even funnier? I totally thought you were talking about YOURSELF at first!! "Five days without anything coming out of the rear hatch..." - I completely thought you meant yourself, and I was like, "Yes, Jenny, that is WTMI!" I was relieved when I saw you were talking about Levi. Sad for him but relieved nonetheless. :)
Here's to poopy days!
Oh Jenny!!! You had Sam and I ROLLING!!!! Oh my goodness....let me wipe the tears so I can finnish writing this! Thanks for sharing the WTMI moment.....usually hilarioius most of the time!
I love it!! Who got the pleasure of changing the diaper?? It sounds like it might've required you both!
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