Got a dog a few days ago and just caught her getting poo out of the cat litter tray and eating it. Mmm. Won't eat the dog food though. But the cat likes the dog food.
What grossed you out lately?
Gross
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Gross
so . . . when was the last time you backed up?
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wow.starfinger wrote:ever seen a baby projectile-shit all over your entire bedroom set?
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glug glug glug egg makes wine. You can make wine too.
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It was the first time I had been left with the baby alone. Definitely not something I was comfortable with, but it had to happen sometime. Of course, he needed a diaper eventually.
I got him laid out on the changing table, got his diaper undone, took a hesitant peek in, assessed the damage. Fairly major. I decided to get the clean diaper ready to go, to make the transition as quick as possible. No sense in leaving a possibly loaded cannon uncovered for any longer than necessary.
Andy, my infant son, was squirming around a bit, but more or less content. Considering I had him pinned with my hand on his belly to the changing table, I thought he was taking it fairly well.
I am left handed, and my wife is not. All the baby-changing stuff is at the foot of the changing table, on the right hand side. I took a quick look at the boy, and decided he was content enough for me to let go for a second and grab what I needed.
I reached across for a new diaper. In one fluid movement Andy reached down, grabbed the tabs of the diaper he was wearing, and whipped it up over his head.
I stood horrified for a moment, then slowly removed the diaper from my son's face. He was covered. It was all in his hair. One of his eyes was stuck shut. Through all of it he was laughing up a storm, having a great old time. I was not. The resulting cleanup required a bath and a complete change of clothes for both of us.
I got him laid out on the changing table, got his diaper undone, took a hesitant peek in, assessed the damage. Fairly major. I decided to get the clean diaper ready to go, to make the transition as quick as possible. No sense in leaving a possibly loaded cannon uncovered for any longer than necessary.
Andy, my infant son, was squirming around a bit, but more or less content. Considering I had him pinned with my hand on his belly to the changing table, I thought he was taking it fairly well.
I am left handed, and my wife is not. All the baby-changing stuff is at the foot of the changing table, on the right hand side. I took a quick look at the boy, and decided he was content enough for me to let go for a second and grab what I needed.
I reached across for a new diaper. In one fluid movement Andy reached down, grabbed the tabs of the diaper he was wearing, and whipped it up over his head.
I stood horrified for a moment, then slowly removed the diaper from my son's face. He was covered. It was all in his hair. One of his eyes was stuck shut. Through all of it he was laughing up a storm, having a great old time. I was not. The resulting cleanup required a bath and a complete change of clothes for both of us.
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