Whole lotta poo

I thought I’d seen it all before today. Being the primary nappy changer, you come across all weird kinds of stuff (literally). But this morning…whew. I was speechless. Riley wakes up, and I go to change his nappy. He’d––we’d––had a very rough night. I was up every two hours. I figured it was either his teeth or his bowels (colic). His nappy was dirty when I opened it…and then he went again. And again. And again. It wouldn’t stop! He was a volcano and, well, I’m sure I don’t need to end the metaphor…. By the time he’d finished––and I was in there a good ten minutes waiting––he’d ruined, by way of me mopping up the ‘excess’: 1. one bedspread 2. two bunny-rugs 3. one towel 4. And Keira’s confidence that everything her brother did was all cute and clean. She took one look at the pile of pooey mess and curled up her lip and nose and ran out of the room. I don’t blame her.