Being the proud new Mama to my third beautiful (if I do say so myself) boy, I have had many experiences lately that have caused me to pause and think about how different it is parenting a third child as compared to the second and especially the first. One incident the other day made these differences abundantly clear.
And scene: Baby has just had a giant blow out that goes all the way up his back (aka: a poop-plosion). He is wearing a onesie, so a shirt that is not easily removed and must go over his head.
FIRST KID: Carefully remove the shirt, trying desperately not to get poop on his face or in his hair, even though it's unavoidable. Promptly give baby a full bath. Scrub the shirt to remove stain from oh-so-stainable infant poop. Soak shirt in Oxyclean for 12 hours, then wash.
|KIDDO #1, Ryan after post poop-plosion bath.|
SECOND KID: Remove shirt as carefully as possible knowing he's going to get poop on him. Give him a good wipe down with a few wipes. Toss shirt in the laundry and hope the stains come out.
|KIDDO #2, Zachary, clearly anticipating what he deems will be a less than adequate clean up of this poop-plosion.|
THIRD KID: Cut shirt off with scissors and toss in trash. Change non-poop-covered baby. He's as good as new!
|KIDDO #3, Connor, in said onesie just prior to being cut out of it :)|