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There's this kid. He isn't up on his hands and knees, but he does the combat crawl faster than you can sprint across the room and close the door somebody left open. He grabs hold of the plastic playpen-panel partition that's meant to keep the crawling and stumbling babies from stepping on the younger ones who just lie around a lot -- or kissing them and tasting them, as this baby did the other day, or taking hair samples for oral analysis -- he grabs hold and he stands there, grinning and giggling for a moment because he got upright on his own, and then grunting in a rapid crescendo as he gets more and more frustrated because he can't figure out how to move his feet.
The kid is charming, knows how to flirt, has the light of active intelligence in his eye, and loves being talked and sung to (singing to the children is my first line of defense. I hope I don't do it so much that it bothers my cow orkers). So everybody likes him. Today, however -- some minor discomfort for him proved to be a wild ride for use.
I missed the vomit incident. Apparently, the aide picked him up a while after he had had his little breakfast of formula and rice cereal and he spewed the stuff all over her and the floor. When she got that cleaned up whe had to clean up an explosive diarrhea.
I got another explosive diarrhea at the end of the day. Right at the moment his father arrived to pick him up I saw that he had "blown out" (technical parlance for a really messy baby bowel movement) -- the back of his little shirt was stained and wet, in a way that suggested really watery excrement. I'm sorry, I warned you!
So I was just picking him up to change this momentous diaper -- I had no idea how bad it really was -- when the father walked in. The baby's outfit was a horizontal-striped one-piece suit and it only had snaps at the the crotch , not all the way down the front (if you have a baby or you knoe someone who does, take my advice and send the little critterto day care in onesies with front snaps),and I had to pull this fecal mstter over his head. Predictably, I got the mess all over him and me and the changing table and the deep sink where I gave him a shower. It was the consistency and color of slip, and just as tenacious. I could get rid of the smell until I got home and took a bath.
Anmd now I must sign off because I'm gtyping with my eyes closed and making such typos as redwhwu and llliteem.
The kid is charming, knows how to flirt, has the light of active intelligence in his eye, and loves being talked and sung to (singing to the children is my first line of defense. I hope I don't do it so much that it bothers my cow orkers). So everybody likes him. Today, however -- some minor discomfort for him proved to be a wild ride for use.
I missed the vomit incident. Apparently, the aide picked him up a while after he had had his little breakfast of formula and rice cereal and he spewed the stuff all over her and the floor. When she got that cleaned up whe had to clean up an explosive diarrhea.
I got another explosive diarrhea at the end of the day. Right at the moment his father arrived to pick him up I saw that he had "blown out" (technical parlance for a really messy baby bowel movement) -- the back of his little shirt was stained and wet, in a way that suggested really watery excrement. I'm sorry, I warned you!
So I was just picking him up to change this momentous diaper -- I had no idea how bad it really was -- when the father walked in. The baby's outfit was a horizontal-striped one-piece suit and it only had snaps at the the crotch , not all the way down the front (if you have a baby or you knoe someone who does, take my advice and send the little critterto day care in onesies with front snaps),and I had to pull this fecal mstter over his head. Predictably, I got the mess all over him and me and the changing table and the deep sink where I gave him a shower. It was the consistency and color of slip, and just as tenacious. I could get rid of the smell until I got home and took a bath.
Anmd now I must sign off because I'm gtyping with my eyes closed and making such typos as redwhwu and llliteem.