Call the Discovery Channel....

....I officially have the dirtiest job.

Let me recount one afternoon adventure of our sweet, precious Henry. The following post contains graphic elements. I'll give you sufficient time and space to decide if you will continue reading or not.













Poop. Henry is a big poop. It all started with a normal dirty diaper change, some wipes and a clean tush. Ready for a new diaper Henry? Oh you're going to grab your toes? Such a cutie! That's when I heard it. The biggest toot in the world. A quick check to make sure no poop with that noise, all clear. Grab a diaper. Mom, you're not quick enough! Just as I reached for a clean diaper from the just filled diaper stacker, poop comes flying across the room. I mean FLYING! On my arm and hand. All over the changing cover, butt pad, soaking through onto the changing pad, on the changing table. On Henry's crib, bumper pads, crib sheet, soaking through the mattress pad and crib skirt. On the diaper stacker. On the diaper genie. Dripping on the floor. On the rug in front of the changing table. Lord Almighty. Everywhere I looked, I found more poop. Surprisingly, Henry was all clear! I quickly moved Henry to the blanket on the floor of his room. Of course, he started fussing and crying, who wouldn't? I changed clothes, took him down stairs and feed him, knowing he would need a nap, cringing as I left the disgusting mess Cry it out? No time! Put Henry down for a nap asleep downstairs and head back upstairs to deal with the mess.

Armed with clorox clean-up and wipes, resolve carpet cleaner, fabreeze, trashbags for dirty laundry and dirty wipes, paper towels, and regular towels I got down to business. Man alive. This called for the super heavy cycle on the washer, and not just baby detergent, but regular detergent as well. FInally, after a half an hour of wiping poop and eighteen trips to wash my hands, the room is back to normal, just awaiting clean laundry.

I love my son to death. I've even said that dirty diapers aren't that big of deal. But I've reconsidered my position on diapers. Luckily for Henry's sake, no expletives escaped. Although an "oh crap" or "holy shit" would have been appropriate. But quite a few strong HENRY THOMAS BROWN's were sent in his direction. Followed by "I love you but not your mess." Tomorrow's another day... but there's guaranteed to be more poop. Gabriel, you better come home quickly tonight and take care of Poopy Pants for awhile.

If you've read all the way to here, I commend you.

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Mom's Story

So we're a little behind on our new blog...life has been keeping us busy! We thought we take the time to get caught up a little bit.

Henry came into our lives after a long delivery with tears of joy and excitement over our baby boy. It is hard to believe that such a small bundle could bring so much love. It seemed like we could spend hours in the hospital just looking at and memorizing every minute detail. The surprise of finding out "we got a boy!" (as Gabe announced to family) made the wait all the worth while. Life would definitely never be the same, and thus far, it's been wonderful!

The past five and a half months have been busy ones. We made it through the first weeks of life with little sleep but lots of love. It almost seems like a blur now, looking back on it. The decision to stay home with Henry has been one of the best decisions that Gabe and I have made, as I wouldn't trade a minute of it for anything.

I could go on for pages about little Henry, but to spare you, I'll give some of the highlights: bringing Henry home from the hospital as a family of three, no longer two; Henry's Baptism; Henry's first smiles (three little ones right at me as I changed his diaper); holding a sweet sleeping infant; hearing his little laugh; watching him grow and change and reach his milestones; and discovering the immense love that comes with motherhood!

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