Sadly this is a story about Poo as in excrement and not Pooh as in the cute bear who likes honey.
Early the other morning the little boss woke up hungry. He normally wakes up for a feed between 5:00 and 5:30, so it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. I fed him, and then my husband volunteered to burp and change him. It's turning into a lovely, early morning family moment.
Then he decides to just change him on the bed. So he starts changing him. Midway through changing, Little Boss starts to poo. I mean serious poo. It squirts everywhere. You might think from little tiny baby nappies that this wouldn't make much of a mess. You would be wrong.
Poo ended up on Little Boss and his clothes, all over our bedding (including pillows), all down my husband's arm and side, on my book, on the nursing cushion... Every time we thought that we'd cleaned it all up, we'd find something else with baby poo on it.
Sometimes baby's are just the most adorable thing on the planet. Sometimes they're the most disgusting things on the planet. And sometimes they manage to be both at once.
Just in case you wanted a story about the other type of Pooh, I'll throw that in too.
Princess and Angel both have Winnie the Pooh teddy bears. In fact, I think they have multiple Pooh bears and most of the rest of the Hundred Acre Wood as well. As Little Boss was napping (having worn himself out pooing all over our bedroom), Angel tip-toed up to his bed carrying a small Winnie the Pooh teddy. Very carefully she laid it in bed next to him and then tucked them both in with a baby blanket. She noticed me as she was tip-toeing away again. "I'm sharing my teddy," she said, "I love my brother."
As Winnie the Pooh put it, "Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart."