I think that G’s getting enough food. At least, his diapers seem to say so. He’s pooped 8 times in the past 2 days!!
I know. Just when you thought this blog couldn’t get any more “baby-centric”, I start talking about poop.
The text from Jesse on Monday night while he was babysitting was two words– “Poop Volcano”. Later, he described it as a “Poop Grenade”, complete with shrapnel everywhere.
Oh, those of you without children, gird your loins! Breastfed poo is disgusting in it’s own right (mucous-y and smells like rotting mayonnaise), but when you add solid foods? It’s MASSIVE. And gets EVERYWHERE.
Take, for example, yesterday. G accompanied me to a lesson, and all of a sudden, I heard him grunting. I looked down, and he had poop, IN HIS HAND. The poor diaper cover never stood a chance. Similar to how someone is just GOING TO GET WET when they have a giant water balloon launched at their face. It had leaked out the leg hole, and since he was in his carseat, hands at his side….let’s just say, even my 10 year old MALE piano student, who has farted in my presence during our lessons (and laughed while doing it!), was holding his nose and watching from a safe distance while I cleaned up the giant mess.
So far, G has YET to refuse any sort of food. He now eats: bananas, sweet potatoes, prunes and avocado! Not to mention his brown rice cereal. They say that feeding them carbs can make them obese later in life– I say, bring it on!