Babies!
The Eli-Quinn dangerous duo is now a power trio with the addition of young Emmett. I think Eli's excited that he's no longer the baby of the babies.
So excited that he exploded with what has to be the mother of all dirty diapers. He had stored it up for a full week, probably waiting for Emmett's arrival.
Let me just say that if you're going to have a 'shit explosion' like this, it's nice to do it in a child birth center as they're more then equipped to tackle the stream of golden sludge.
Gave Emmett's Ma & Pa got a little taste of things to come.
So what was once a group of friends sittin' round drinking and talking shit is now a group of friends still drinking only talking about baby shit. So far so good... there's a great distribution network of hand-me-down baby clothes and an instant support group. Baby sitter sharing?
Now come on, who but me has the blog range to go from assless chaps to welcoming a newborn into the world?
Then baby shit... maybe it's not range but lack of sensibility and/or good taste? 'Zat!
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Babies!
* "Little Babies" - Sleater-Kinney
* "Babies" - The Kinks
* "Billion Dollar Babies" - Alice Cooper
* "Babies" - Pulp
* "Calling All Babies" - Jonny Polonsky
* "Little Fat Babies" - Sparklehorse
* "Babies" - Wu-Tang Clan
I'll never forget my first shitstorm. I picked the baby up in the dark in the middle of the night and said "Oo, you've got a sweaty back. Wait a minute, that's not sweat. Nooooo!!"
oh, yes... luckily his diaper (cloth, no less) was held it in long enough to for us to get to the newborn's bassinet. So much for their sterile environment!
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