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AUGH.

C. is on duty tonight, so I manage the kid, as per usual. Pick kid up at Nanny's place, feed kid, bathe kid, put kid to bed.

All went well until step three.

When I undressed him, the back of his bodysuit was the greasy kind of wet.

I peeled him further.

Somehow, somehow he'd leaked poop all over his back. This is actually not an exaggeration. Some even got down his sleeves.

AUGH.

Thank heavens, my ever mindful C. keeps a box of disposable plastic gloves for me under the changemat. I'll stray from my appointed gender role with complete unconcerned glee[*], but pawing at baby poop is where I DRAW THE LINE.

I went through three pairs of gloves while wiping the material off him.

During which he peed all over (and under) the changemat.

Twice.

Now he's clean, in bed, and I'll be off to sprawl on the couch with a beer. Augh.

[*] I mean, I'm a guy with next to no chest hair, I love to cuddle and kiss, I like ponies (which I used to draw in my notebooks with brightly colored manes) and, uh, I take care of the kid while my partner's at work.

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So if you're home, why are you still paying a nanny?

Furthermore, he's9 months old, why are you still complaining about this?

Furthermore, I love you very much, I'm just hating the whole XY segment of the population today in general. :P

S'okay, sometimes I hate myself too. x_x

Also, you know, it goes like this: well into my 9th month of playing that game I thought I had it mastered, bwahaha, look at my l33t baby sk33lz and stuff. And then BAM, the End Boss of Baby Poop shows up and I get my ass handed off to me. :| Back to level grinding, I guess.

You've won me back with simile. <3

Fatherhood is being good to you, i see ;)

Mrah. x_x
Then again, this morning he said "papa" while I was changing him, so there's that.

Biomamas aren't crazy about that part of the job either, I have to say. ;-)

Initially, to exacerbate the tongue-in-cheek-ness of that part of the post, I was planning to add the imagined reaction of a proper lady ("Aww, look at that adorable yellow-brown color!"), but then I figured that'd be pushing it. :} Still. I'll stick to my disposable gloves, even if it makes my girl laugh at me.

Nah, I totally wish I'd thought of disposable gloves for certain messes. :-D I wouldn't have used them for every change, but for some they would have been welcome, definitely. :-)

Y'all need to post pics, though. :-)

Of the boy, not the messes, in case that's not clear. :-D

You're right! Mostly the pics go up on Facebook and we've set up a Blogspot thing were kid updates go. It's in French, because it's meant for our families, but there are lots of photos too. :)

Also, on a completely unrelated note, your 30in30 challenge is awesome and I'm so sorely tempted to take part. Only thing keeping me back is remnants of NaNo burnout, and a growing awareness that I should do this things more often but less intensely, really. :)

That's tremendously impressive. In his sleeves? I mean... dude, that's creative. I can see he's going to be a sprog of phenomenal talents when he grows up some more, even if I wouldn't care to speculate exactly what those talents might be.

That kid is good. He's big for his age, and has the strongest lungs Nanny has encountered (so sometimes we call him Pavarotti). Also he's got a great sense of comedic timing on when to belch in someone's face.

In general it's fun to guess what he's going to become later based on what he's doing today (thus far, he's set to be a half-seal horse-riding tenor who lives in Japan). :)

But meanwhile, poop.

I feel for you my friend!

Don't I remember you offering to babysit sometime, by the way, now that I think of it? :D

Well, the offer still stands, provided I'm around, which is a rather tricky condition now...

Bahahahaha! It's not funny, but you have my utter sympathies. I've been there, with all four of my children. It gets better, I promise you.

This is good to hear. I mean, I know that past a certain age you don't poop yourself anymore until perhaps your late 90s, but in the meanwhile, hoo boy. x_x

Le meilleur ami du pere indigne
http://www.eco-sapiens.com/images/produits_big/Jardins-Animes/23231.jpg
Accessoirement, pour le jour ou j'aurai des enfants aussi, j'ai déja fais les courses
http://www.karcher-futuretech.com/futuretech-fr/produits/Vtements_de_protection_NBC/Tenues_de_protection_NBC_impermables/14366310.htm

Je voudrais m'inscrire à ta newsletter.

Toute réflexion faite, je pense que gérer ce genre de... "merde", pour ainsi dire, n'est plaisant ni pour un genre, ni pour l'autre. ^^

Oh, sans le moindre doute. :P

... Mais je voudrais bien que mes gants en plastique ne fassent pas rire ma chérie. =|

Les joies de la paternité....

Ouais, mais il faut bien des trucs pour compenser les fois où quelquechose lui a fait peur, et tu le prends dans tes bras et il s'agrippe à ton sweat de toutes ses forces avec ses toutes petites mains en posant la tête contre toi. :)