We interrupt the normally glamorous and interesting posts here at The Well-Rounded Woman for a poop update. If you're not interested in poop or are easily grossed out, please feel free to skip this post or click away now.
I glanced into the family room where I saw some smears of dark brown on the wood floor, which I assumed to be chewed up bits of the raisins I had just given my 2yo. When I went to clean it up, I was distracted by the ... um... fat, hamburger-patty shaped loaf of brown stuff on the rug about two feet away. I said, "What the heck is that?" And I actually scooped the whole glob up with my fingers. The thought of poop had crossed my mind, of course, with two boys in diapers. But I had glanced at the sitting baby and hadn't seen any signs of poop, so I thought I was safe.
I tested the texture with my fingers, and smelled it several times. It didn't feel like poop. It didn't smell like poop. I was still trying to figure it out while I walked to the trash can with it. Then the baby went to all fours and I saw a wet spot on his rear end that was a perfect match to the size of my mystery goo. I was pretty much freaking out at this point, having just touched poop. A lot. And sure enough, there was lots more goo in the baby's diaper.
The moral of this story is - even if it doesn't look like poop, and it doesn't smell like poop, if it's coming out of your baby's rear end - IT'S POOP!