The Poo Report

I’ve decided that Cooper has a personal vendetta with his daycare teachers. It all started last Friday when he overshot his landing on the diaper and drenched one of the unsuspecting ladies (oops). Then, on Monday, he came home looking like a little homeless baby. His “recycled formula” grossly exceeded the holding capacity of his diaper (double oops). The teachers had to snag a clean onesie from his bag, but when they changed him, they kept him in the original pants (apparently they didn’t fall victim to the same fate as the first shirt). The resulting ensemble? A camo-green onesie with orange writing paired with a light baby blue pant … uugghh! On Tuesday, I found not one, not two, but THREE dirty clothes bags with handwritten notes on his progress report that read, “two LARGE BMs.” Yesterday, I was again greeted with a dirty clothes bag and a poorly dressed baby.

This kid is wearing me out, and no doubt his teachers, lol.

When I told my mom that I was worried that I hadn’t seen any of this explosions myself and planned to talk to the teacher about them, she said I was nutso and couldn’t believe I was so obsessed with my child’s dirty diapers. (To a non-new-mommy, I’m sure it sounds insane, even to me it’s crazy how important my child’s poo has become, but when your little one can’t tell you what’s going on on the inside, you have to check what shows up on the outside.)

Chris and I are sharing a brain on this, because just as I was finishing the last paragraph, he called to tell me that he just got off the phone with daycare – he called to get the poo report. As of 4:13pm, two big-o diapers.

Guess it’s time to have that chat with the teacher.
Fingers are crossed that polaroids don’t pop up. Lol.


-smell you later-
Coop’s Mom (aka Tessa)