I went to the dollar store and even had a haircut (not at the dollar store mind you). After two months of being scooped inside with a newborn it felt like making a trip to the north pole.
It was oddly strange to walk around without the kid, or it's diaper bag. Not that I am complaining. I can't you see, because I promised the god that sends the babies to take whatever she'd send me.
She could have made my life really difficult but to my surprise she send me a calm baby that sleeps a lot and hardly ever cries (knock on wood). He does have one peculiar characteristic though: when it comes to peeing and pooping he likes to think outside the diaper.
For starters he seems to think that the wall next to the changing table needs a good watering every couple of days. Sekhar put up a plasticy movie poster to minimize the damage. This thought me that my son is not impressed by scary vampires.
More damaging though, or at least harder to clean up, is the projectile pooping he does. Take the diaper off and better get out of the way because shit will not hit the fan but you. It comes out with such great force that it reaches the ground and even the dresser that stands about three feed away.
It took me a while to figure out what causes this but at some point I realized that while lifting the legs to put buttcream I probably press whatever is in, out. So now I give it a good squeeze before changing the diaper. One less diaper for the landfill and one piece of furniture saved.
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