Step up, Step up. 8th Wonder of the World.

Poo.

Such a little word but one that can make grown men don hazmat suits. The other day my husband and I were watching a video of men changing their babies diapers. There were men gagging, there were men holding their noses while tears ran down their eyes, there were new fathers with gloves on, and there was even one smart ass with a hazmat suit on. One by one the men attempted to change their little 15 lb baby's diapers. Notice I say attempted. They each failed and ran off gagging while the wife stepped in and finished the job. I think one even threw up. My husband was laughing the whole time. I was disgusted and said to him that all men are pansies and that proved it.

My husband has change exactly one diaper. I told him he has to experience it and I let him off easy with a little harmless pee diaper when she was about 4 weeks old. The second time I handed him a diaper and wipes, about a month ago, his work cell phone magically rang. I gave up.

About 10 minutes ago I had my first experience ever in my 20 odd years of changing diapers where I wanted to puke. Yasemin woke from her nap and I changed her about 30 minutes ago and stuck her in her excersaucer to play. She smiled and laughed. Squealing with joy as she spun around playing. The only indication I had was a foul odor coming from her direction. If she were a cartoon there would have wavy lines coming from her rear. I asked her if she had done some business or was she fooling me with gas. She continued to laugh and blow raspberries. The smell got stronger. I went and picked her up, laying her on the blanket. As I opened her diaper my eyes started to water. HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! There was a poo explosion. Why didn't she give me any warning? Because she can care less. She will sit happily in a poo diaper all day if I let her. As I started cleaning her the smell overwhelmed me. How can she have poo on the back of her arm? How I ask you? How?

I cleaned her up with wipes and purel gel. Now she is happily back to playing as we sit in the room with all the windows open.

We needed the fresh air anyway.

Dear God, she just farted..........