Poo-cano warning

The Poo-cano. The explosions of, yes, hot poo that erupts from their bums and escapes the confines of their diaper with such force that it actually shoots up their back or out their leg holes. Both, if you're lucky. Poo may be found in the infants hair. Yes, head hair. Like actual volcanoes, they come with no warning. There's no way to tell when the next Poo-cano will occur, but, rest assured, it will.

The format usually is as follows: Kapow! Waaaaa!! Crap. Everywhere. Someone get the bath. And the trash can (for the clothes, not the little one). As they get older, they can get quieter, i.e. the stealth poo-cano. There is no warning. Just a crappy back. Generally, this format is 'Look how cute!! Let me pick you...oh GROSS! Someone get the bath. And the trash can.'

You've been warned.

A mother's love...

Otto you smell like a dying dog whose innards are disintegrating and are coming out in gaseous form. Or he smells like if we drill far enough we'll hit oil. What? I don't know.