Forgive the G rated name. I try to keep my language clean on the blog unlike real life.
After her mid-day bottle yesterday, Jillian began grunting. So I set her down in the bouncy seat, figuring that she could do her business while I got a few things done. I returned to find this...
And just in case the above photo failed to convey the damage, here are a couple I took by the washing machine.
Back (yes, this came out both sides):
Not only did I grab my camera to capture this momentous occasion, but I took a picture of the worst of it (inside the diaper) and sent it to Jeramy. I needed evidence to prove that he does not get the worst of the poopy diapers. I'm sure this isn't the worst diaper blow-out in the world. In fact, Jewels left a hilarious blow-out story in the comments yesterday. For those of you with kiddies, what was your worst poopy diaper experience?
Apparently the poopy diaper ended up foretelling what would become a poopy day. When Jeramy walked in the door an hour early , I asked if he'd been fired. Nope. Just laid-off. Craptastic!
Before anybody freaks out (including myself) it really isn't the worst situation on earth. Money-wise things will be tight but we will get by. Jeramy is in construction, which is prone to lay-offs from time to time especially when the economy gets bad. So we've always tried to manage our finances in a way that allows us to live off just my income. Plus my maternity leave is fully paid because I had a boat load of vacation saved, and with Jeramy here I can do more work from home than I planned so that I don't have to use up as much of it. Also, the list of out of work pipefitters at his union hall is not very long, so hopefully he won't be out of work too long. If he is still out when I go back to work full-time in January, then he can be the sole stay-at-home parent for a little while. In the meantime, he gets to take half...yes half!...of the late night feedings. I bet you ladies are jealous now.
In truth my biggest concern is that we are going to kill each other being home together 24/7 with an infant. It seems like a recipe for disaster.