With Abby fast approaching her 1st birthday, I’ve taken for granted the lack of blowouts and poop stories I had when she was younger.

HOWEVER.

The past 3 days have been nothing short of Pooptown. Like…poop. Lots of poop. Runny, disgusting, diaper rash inducing poop.

I’ll assume that the majority of you who haven’t closed your browser or skipped to the next post in your reader are parents yourselves, or at least pet owners. (We as a “community” are not so scurred of poop. Am I right? HIGH FIVE, POOP CLEANERS!)

Last week, a little cut on Abby’s finger started to look like it might be infected. Turns out, traditional methods of neosporin and band-aids are not recommended for babies who chew on their hands 24 hours a day. I know, you’re like…WHAAAAAA? ME TOO. So, like the good parent I am, I watched it…hoping it would get better.

Abby stayed the night at her grandparents house Friday while Mommy & Daddy celebrated Mommy’s second annual 29th birthday. While we were indulging in adult beverages, her finger blew up like, twofold. SO, Saturday included a trip to Urgent Care. We came home with a bottle of amoxicillin. By Monday, her finger was looking better. Also on Monday, Auntie Amanda picked her up to get her ready for her bath, only to announce, “She’s wet!” where we proceeded to notice the shit stains all over her pajama bottoms. A blowout. Of diarrhea proportions. OH GOD. DOESN’T LOOK GOOD.

So, she’s got the shits from the medication. Enter my dear mother-in-law. Due to a crazy scenario including a since-removed tumor, she no longer has her sense of smell. So, imagine her horror last night when she decided to check Abby’s diaper the old fashioned way by sticking a couple fingers in it to see if it was wet, only to pull out a poop covered mess.

Abby’s only got 2.5 more days of the medication. 2.5 more days to sail the seas of poop.

Also – even though she’s 10.5 months old, Abby had her 9 month check yesterday. Official stats: 30 inches long, 21 lb 13.5 oz. I’ve got myself a tall baby girl.