Dan has scads of toys in the house, but this morning he was playing with an assortment of binder clips, methodically putting them in a plastic container and dumping them out. He did this for about a half hour, quietly.
Then, I caught a whiff of toddler poop. If you're squeamish, stop reading now! Dan has not nursed in exactly one week. Even when I give him the opportunity, he'd rather chew on toy. I've been demoted. That means no more breast milk poops. Toddler poop is the most vile smelling substance ever. Even cow manure, chicken litter and horse turds smells better.
And apparently, now, if I need change, I need only to check his diaper. Several times this week, I've fished dimes and pennies from his mouth.
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