Poo in My Armpits: the Emerson & Charlotte Daly Story

Dear Valued Readership,

I know you are in this for the photos -- photos with lots of light, and cheeks, and rosy babies.  That is mostly what this blog is about.  That being said, Chris has cornered the market on photos and systems for posting photos.  So, right now all I have is my prose.  And my wit.  And maybe not that last thing.  Besides, trust me, there are some things on the "other side of parenting" that you REALLY don't want pictures of.

Our story begins at approximately 4am.    Time for breakfast number 1, or dinner number 4, depending on how you count.  This is generally shift change in the Daly household.  Leah goes down for her 4-5 hour stretch and Chris is up on nugget duty.  Let's just say Chris had to call for back-up.  I unwrapped my present to find, as the title suggests, poo in Emerson's armpits -- not to mention poo covering most of the not-insignificant territory between here and there.

It's not like I didn't know this sort of thing could happen, it is just that it is certainly startling the first time it does.  Turns out, it is also startling 12 minutes later when you find her sister is in the same situation.  Identical digestive tracks strike again, I suppose.  I know they weren't laughing at me, but you can't help but think of them thinking, "GOTCHA".

The other startling thing is how hard it seems to problem solve in these situations and at that hour.  I rapidly scrolled through possible responses before Chris said, "we are bathing them both".  It was clear the situation was too big for wipes, but I admit I briefly considered hosing off in the backyard and dunking in a bucket.  It's not like the neighbors were up to see it, right?

So, despite the desire to keep them close to sleep there were lights turned on and lots of bathing, vigorous scrubbing, and ultimately, laughing.  What else can you do?  Since it happened again with one of them (no idea who) the next night I suppose it was good practice.

I know, I know, just wait 'til they are on solid food says every other mom I know.  I'm sure you're right, and I will promise not to post on this topic anymore.   That being said, since we plan to compile this blog into a baby book it felt only right to chronicle this particular joy of parenting these ladies.  I bet they'll appreciate the knowledge when they are in their tweens and teens.