I feed him.
He poos.
He falls asleep in pooy nappy.
I change him.
He wakes up.
He wants feeding.
I feed him.
He poos.
He falls asleep in pooy nappy.
I change him.
He wakes up.
He wants feeding.
You get the gist. The never ending poo cycle! How you are ever meant to get anything done or leave the house sometimes with a poo cycler is beyond me.
Almost 8 weeks old and crapping for Britain. There should be an award for it...he'd take on every baby in the world and win hands down.
Sometimes we change him thinking he's filled his nappy only to discover it was just a little 'blipper'. Then he's all awake wanting food and afterwards usually fills his lovely clean nappy completely. I'm sooooo going to invent see-through nappies and take them on Dragon's Den. I'm convinced Peter Jones and Theo Paphitis would invest.
Despite the poo there's this...
How can you get frustrated with the poo cycle when he looks like that?
Biased, I may be, but my boy is gorgeous.
