Diaper duty

It's a wonder anyone reads this blog, considering I just foresake you all for days on end.

This week's excuse is work. It's a busy time of the year. I am going nuts.

It's also damn near impossible to get anything done when all your kid does all day is poop.

Comments overheard recently at our house, the span of three hours:
"You can't be poopy again!"
"Seriously, how can one kid be THIS poopy?"
"Jack! You pooped again?"
"Ohmygodyouarepoopyagainandthistimeyoupoopedoutyourpants."

Since Jack has been taking the Amoxicillan for his various infections, he has been pooping. A LOT. We're talking six poopy diapers a day for the last week. This was not listed as a side effect on the little bottle of pink medicine. Nowhere did it say "Medicine could cause assplosions."

So I trudge up and down the stairs many, many times a day.

Today I declared he does it for attention. Pooping on command, I theorize. Because every time he has a dirty diaper, and I exclaim that I can't beeeelieeeeveeeeeee it, he laughs hysterically.