The Wailing, Flailing, Shit Machine

I love Baby Gabe, and he has barely started being a 'person'. He has only recently begun to smile and respond to external stimuli. While he has 'personality', he hasn't developed a way to really show it yet. I think it is pretty much common knowledge that for the first 6 months or so, babies are nothing more than wailing, flailing, shit machines.

To this point, we have been pretty lucky. Gabe hasn't really had too many 'messes' so far. He easily soils 8-10 diapers a day. I have discovered that Diaper Genie is the best invention in the whole baby-oriented universe. But today Gabe had a blowout.

Now, I am not talking about a big BM. I am talking about a monster shit that not only fills, but escapes the feeble barrier that the diaper presents. Like ooze from a bad 50's movie, this poo poured out the top of the diaper, where no poo is ever supposed to reach. It required a bath for everyone involved, both baby and mommy. It required a change of diaper, a change of clothes, and a change of our bedding. And the smell...oh gracious God...the smell.

It is a good thing that mommies have unconditional love for their babies. Jules' was tested for the first time today.