As many of you know, Jack had his first photo shoot this week. We had to stretch out the shoot to the next day as well, since Jack woke up and many of the poses that were planned for him worked only if he was asleep. If I had to sum up the shoot in one word...it would probably be...let me think about it...
Poop EVERYWHERE. Poop on the baby, poop on Mommy's clothes, poop on the photographer, poop on the props. Seriously, it was like the sight of the camera made my poor child immediately empty his bowels. But did that bother Jack? Not one bit. Little dude was perfectly content and stared around the room just taking in all the sights while letting out all the...well...you know.
I must say, I was pretty proud of his man toots. At one point I was holding him in position while Trinity set up the shot, and he really let one rip. Trinity glanced at me and smirked. "Ohhhh no you don't! That was Jack!" I informed her. I think it's safe to say she was dutifully impressed by my little man.
How is it possible that someone who tips the scales at less than 8 pounds can, over the course of an hour or so, produce enough poop to cover two adult women, himself, a bean bag chair, two pairs of socks, and four diapers?
I'm just....I'm so proud of my little pooper!