With Poppy, I am happy to report that the rumors are true: little boys and little girls are anatomically different.
The only things outside of her diaper that Poppy has peed on are changing pads because we didn't get a fresh diaper on her quick enough.
While thankfully not soaking us in the urinary department, Poppy has managed to have one highly-skilled bowel movement.
It was Saturday last and I had just dressed the little darling up in her Easter finest so that we could attend a wedding reception. Lewis was holding her while I tracked down everything we just had to have in the diaper bag. It was time to go, so Lewis passed Poppy off to me so I could put her in her carseat when he discovered something wet and juicy across his midsection.
Poop. Poppy had pooped all over him.
Considering her dress was brand-spanking new, I was pretty ticked. Lewis went upstairs to change, while I set Poppy down to assess the damage.
|The dress in question, along with snuggles from her big brother.|
Except... there was none. Poppy had managed to poop in such a manner that she completely missed her lovely dress, even missed the matching diaper cover! For that matter, she mostly missed her diaper; there was very little inside.
Lewis might not agree, but if such a thing exists, that was a successful blowout.