Diaper Dooty: the Return

The escapade continues. I was feeling like a blogging failure with no fun stories of poop or pee. Owen hasn't had an accident filled with hilarity and body functions in weeks. Instead I have been forced to write sad stories of hospitals and garage sales. My apologies. We can now safely return to the Diaper Dooty series with smiles on our faces and poop in our diapers!

So I went out for a girl's night the other evening with two girlfriends from work. Did you know I have not been out of the house alone for a social occasion in 7 months!!! Painfully sad. Anyway...So Cris was left home alone to tend to the munchkin (whose most permanent nickname is "Munchie". It's short for Munchkin and it sounds like Monkey, another common nickname for him. I digress again...).

In preparation for me actually exiting the home, wonderful dad that he is, Cris made Owen a nice bowl of cereal (aka pablum, not fruit loops) so he could see how to make it. Ah cereal, that wonderful gloopy crap that taste like cardboard. As far as I am concerned you can't make it wrong as it tastes awful no matter what you do to it. So Cris puts it all together and starts feeding Owen. He then reveals he is not quite sure how much cereal he has put in. Maybe two and half...Maybe three tablespoons. He had used a lot of milk and therefore had to add more cereal to make it not so soupy (can't you just taste it?). I think he probably put in about 4 tablespoons.
Umm, usually I make it with 2 tablespoons.
So Owen got a nice big dose of FIBRE!! What happens to little babies who get too much fibre? No surpisingly it doesn't all come out.
No.
Instead we get this.

This took place all day. The poor kid must have thought he was passing bricks. The amount of noise...And the colours his face went! That's red.
These photos made me laugh so hard! Yes I take great joy in my son's constipation. Hey, lots of comedians have made tons of money on this exact stuff. I am starting Owen off early for that comedy career. And therapy.