The second you become a new mom, you learn right quick that poop quickly becomes a regular (pardon the pun) part of life. Sure, at first you find all the poop mildly disturbing, but out of love for your sweet baby, you quickly learn to smell the other way.
It's a fact: your baby is perfect and no amount of poop, snot or vomit can change the way you feel about this little person you've so lovingly created.
But let's get real for a second.
As quickly as you get used to the poop, it doesn't mean there isn't a point when the poop gets just plain nasty. Things get a little…ugh, "sticky" when the diaper contents get spread around. A diaper explosion here, a messy crib there; it's all to be expected. But what happens when the poop gets spread around to the family? You take a picture, that's what.
My son was about two months old when the gallons of lemonade I couldn't stop craving disagreed with my breastfed son's delicate digestive system (um, duh). My husband was holding our son and SQUIRT, $@%# happened. A lot of $@%# happened. My husband panicked and yelped for help. I instinctively ran over, grabbed my poopy son and laid him on my chest assuming the mess was well behind him. It wasn't.
My husband with poop on his legs and me with poop on my chest and a little one with poop on his everywhere got together to snap this picture we shall, um, cherish for a lifetime.
Mommyfriend goes by Lori Garcia in real life and is a Shine Parenting Guru. She writes at www.mommyfriend.com where she's busy finding perfection in imperfection daily. When she's not watching infomercials she's a blogger for Babble's Toddler Times and a Featured Lifestyle Contributor for Yahoo! Contributor Network.