Poopasaurus Rex or Feasting on the Word

A few days before our Disneyland Vacation I told my husband that the 10-month-old baby would be so great on the trip because she is so regular. She poops first thing in the morning, and I could only remember two times that she pooped outside of the house, and we are out and about a LOT. I should have done the whole knock on wood thing, because ever since then my sweet little baby has become Poopasaurus Rex.

It all started with the vacation. It was like the pressure from that plane ride from the East to the West Coast squeezed all the poop out of her system. For two days she pooped every few hours. And we are talking full-out poop. I bought some Target brand diapers while there, just to try them out, and because they were inexpensive (in the event I ended up pitching some to lighten our load on the way home). She pooped out of those diapers more than once. One of those times was in the middle of Sacrament Meeting. Oh was that a loud, fragrant and explosive poop. My husband was in charge of changing it and his words to me upon exiting the building: You choose VACATION to try a new, CHEAP brand of diapers? We then drove to the nearest drugstore and he bought our usual brand Huggies, but not only Huggies, Huggies SUPREME. Needless to say there were no more leaks on the trip, but plenty of poop.

Her streak continues. Every morning she has a diaper full of the nastiest poop ever. And usually once or twice a day now...same nasty poop. And it is always changing. Most of the time it really resembles what she has eaten. I even saw what I am certain was a verse of scripture in her poo the other day...I could definitely make out the word BEHOLD. Yes, one of her favorite snacks (if she can get her hands on it) are the pages of the standard Blue Book of Mormon that I keep lying around to read on the subway. I think she has gotten through the first four pages, but until she has eaten a significant part of Nephi, I will hang onto it.

She also enjoys pooping in the tub. I have to watch her face when she is in there and try to catch her before she destroys the serenity of the bathtub. So here is the question...what is going on? I don't think she eats THAT much food. I give her some organic stuff that I never gave baby #1...does it make that much of a difference that I don't get nice, clean little plops, but a diaper that DEFINES the word SOILED...every single day at least twice? This girl has NEVER been constipated in her whole life. Should I be glad that she is her own little metamucil machine? I am totally grossed out. Carrie has Princess and Pumpkin, I have Pukey and Poopy. Yuck.

PS. I think we might have to change the name of our blog to The Poop Chronicles.