I noticed Gabe has been getting a lot of coverage on the blog lately, but that's just by default. Three-year olds have a lot more to say than almost-three-month olds. For Anna's morning diaper change today, she didn't have any words, as usual. But she did have one big stretch, followed by one bellowing grunt, followed by the farthest-flying crap of anyone I have ever seen. (Not that "flying crap" is a spectator sport by any means, but bare with me.)
This little girl is a pooping and gassing machine. She has her brother beat, and that is quite a statement.
It flew so far across our bedroom that Manny was in a state of total shock. He ran to get his tape measure, taking this one down for the books. Total distance measured? 6 feet, 8 inches. 80 inches!! Yes, you read that correctly.
80 inches.
I hope you have a great day; I have to go clean up now.
3 comments:
Does not sound like fun to clean up even though she probably beat most kids out on this one.
Maybe when you undid the kiddopatumus burrito wrap the pressure was released???
causing the Hershey Squirts &
Skid marks.
Inspector Clueso
I think you're on to a new Olympic event!
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