code green
[ed note: this post is especially geared towards our readers who are expecting a bundle of joy (or two) of their own in 2008.]
Unlike our favorite Boy in Bermuda, Kenny has proven to be a polite pooper, as it were. By this, I mean that he rarely, if ever, has what one could file as an "explosive poop." However, a parent must always be prepared.
[all readers should be prepared for the semi-graphic nature of the following paragraph]
I was taking care of a few things online in the office downstairs when I heard Overboard yell something about needing my help. I believe she categorized it as a "CODE GREEN!" Which meant that Kenny had taken a MASSIVE poop that had exploded everywhere, and to make it more festive, was bright green (flecked with nice little bits of orange...mandarin oranges, perhaps?).
Kenny was all smiles on the pack n' play changing table while Overboard attempted to clean him, his outfit, a small spy satellite that had flown too close, and while she was at it, herself. A new pair of Mr. K's socks were sacrificed, but his jeans miraculously survived (although they're currently soaking after I washed them out with one hand - the other hand being held over my nose and mouth). Where's the Glenview hazmat team when you need them, right?
The odds makers will tell you that we're safe for quite some time before this happens again, but I feel that constant vigilance remains our only true option.
Unlike our favorite Boy in Bermuda, Kenny has proven to be a polite pooper, as it were. By this, I mean that he rarely, if ever, has what one could file as an "explosive poop." However, a parent must always be prepared.
[all readers should be prepared for the semi-graphic nature of the following paragraph]
I was taking care of a few things online in the office downstairs when I heard Overboard yell something about needing my help. I believe she categorized it as a "CODE GREEN!" Which meant that Kenny had taken a MASSIVE poop that had exploded everywhere, and to make it more festive, was bright green (flecked with nice little bits of orange...mandarin oranges, perhaps?).
Kenny was all smiles on the pack n' play changing table while Overboard attempted to clean him, his outfit, a small spy satellite that had flown too close, and while she was at it, herself. A new pair of Mr. K's socks were sacrificed, but his jeans miraculously survived (although they're currently soaking after I washed them out with one hand - the other hand being held over my nose and mouth). Where's the Glenview hazmat team when you need them, right?
The odds makers will tell you that we're safe for quite some time before this happens again, but I feel that constant vigilance remains our only true option.
posted by Dr. Overboard and Prof. Evenkeel at 2:42 PM
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