Happy Easter – no more prunes for you!

James was concerned about Tristan’s output since he seemed to be somewhat constipated. In order to lessen the potential discomfort, James gave Tristan a 3.17 oz pouch of prune puree.

Later on in the evening, we’d had enough of being cooped up indoors for this lovely Zombie Jeebus day so we decided to dress up and go to Wal-Mart. As some of you have read in the past, Tristan hates diaper changes far more than walking around full of shit, so we try to keep this in mind when planning diaper changes in public. And speaking of diaper changes, we smelled that very familiar smell a few minutes into the Wal-Mart trip and knew we’d need to keep an eye.. or a nose.. on things.

So, we spent a good while at Wal-Mart looking through tons of crap for sale. The poo smell was getting progressively more noticeable, but I dismissed it because I know my nose is way too sensitive. I thought I was imagining it, because he was in the sling.

I took Tristan out of his sling to load him into the car and found that the front of my shirt was COVERED in stinky shit-sweat. I tried to arrange for his butt to land on something protective in the car seat, but we decided to just let it go since we sort of hate the car seat in James’s car and are looking for a good excuse to replace it.

This is the sort of thing that you just do not have any choice but to laugh. It’s that absurd. We spoke in the car about our mandatory bath while every single traffic light in the 2 mile commute mocked us and made us wait. After what felt like three months sitting in that seat, we got home and stripped us for the bath. There was so much poo that a “spoonful of peanut butter” fell right out of his pants before I got to the diaper. The diaper itself was overloaded, but that hardly mattered now that we had shit-sweat AND peanut butter poo all over both of us. Even still, I was amazed that nothing came out the top and sides as well.

Anyway, we had a good shower without any additional pooping. The sling should be dry now. And this kid should never eat prunes again.