Oh Miriam! What a story! I’m so glad that’s behind you (no pun intended, but that was pretty good 😉) and you can laugh about it now. It must have been so distressing in the moment! Also, I love your parents.
I have a story not unlike yours, but it involves a cat on a cross-country trip, and a cleanup operation in a family restroom in the DFW airport during our layover. You can’t make this stuff up.
How old is your son? Because if you have not yet experienced a baby blowout, it is a rite of passage for new parents! If you fly with him, always pack an extra shirt for yourself as well as baby’s change of clothes. I learned the hard way 😂
HAHA that pun was perfect!!! And I love them too :) Your story sounds amazing, please write it one day 😂
Hahahah my boy turns one in one week! You make a good point — we have already experienced too many blowouts to count (including one in his aunt's car on the way to the Atlanta airport — we had to leave her with a poopy car seat and then change him on a shoeshining table in the midst of an absolutely packed airport 😂) so I should have been clearer. I meant I couldn't imagine ever being willing to clean up after an adult like this (your baby or not!), but I know now that of course I will still clean up after him 24 years from now if need be!!! 🥰
Happy almost-birthday to your sweet one! Yes, with a year under your belt you've seen plenty. Your story is a wonderful reminder that parenting never really ends, although our roles evolve.
I really should write about the cat one day. I think I sort of blocked it from memory for a good while, but it is quite a story.
I have heard/read a few adult poopy-pants stories in my life, and they never disappoint. Humility. Unconditional Love. Deep Support. I love how the granny panties and the pink sweatshirt are reminders of how much you are loved.
Oh Miriam! What a story! I’m so glad that’s behind you (no pun intended, but that was pretty good 😉) and you can laugh about it now. It must have been so distressing in the moment! Also, I love your parents.
I have a story not unlike yours, but it involves a cat on a cross-country trip, and a cleanup operation in a family restroom in the DFW airport during our layover. You can’t make this stuff up.
How old is your son? Because if you have not yet experienced a baby blowout, it is a rite of passage for new parents! If you fly with him, always pack an extra shirt for yourself as well as baby’s change of clothes. I learned the hard way 😂
HAHA that pun was perfect!!! And I love them too :) Your story sounds amazing, please write it one day 😂
Hahahah my boy turns one in one week! You make a good point — we have already experienced too many blowouts to count (including one in his aunt's car on the way to the Atlanta airport — we had to leave her with a poopy car seat and then change him on a shoeshining table in the midst of an absolutely packed airport 😂) so I should have been clearer. I meant I couldn't imagine ever being willing to clean up after an adult like this (your baby or not!), but I know now that of course I will still clean up after him 24 years from now if need be!!! 🥰
Happy almost-birthday to your sweet one! Yes, with a year under your belt you've seen plenty. Your story is a wonderful reminder that parenting never really ends, although our roles evolve.
I really should write about the cat one day. I think I sort of blocked it from memory for a good while, but it is quite a story.
Loved this!
Thank you Karl!
I have heard/read a few adult poopy-pants stories in my life, and they never disappoint. Humility. Unconditional Love. Deep Support. I love how the granny panties and the pink sweatshirt are reminders of how much you are loved.