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Continuing on from sweet potatoes in the solid foods venture, we started the boo on peas this weekend.
While he was excited to give peas a chance:
He was not thrilled with the pure pea puree:
After mixing the peas with some oatmeal, however, he was a bit more on board and has cooperated for 4 pea and oatmeal meals now.
I think, however, the addition of peas shocked his digestive system a bit. He hadn't pooped in a while and, by Sunday evening, Mommy was starting to get worried. These top teeth are still trying to pop their way through and we're still not getting much sleep so the little dude is kind of a mess in general so I wasn't sure if the lack of poop was just another symptom of this crazy teething thing or what. Boy, was I wrong.
I was warned that the addition of solid foods would transition baby into more solid poop. However, it is a very difficult thing to visualize... a baby making solid poop. Me wiping said solid poop off of baby bottom. I was in denial, I didn't want the breast milk poop to go away. The poo-splosions, however, I could do without.
So last night a bit before bedtime I was putting his clothes away while he was rolling all over his bedroom floor. He had been tooting away the past couple of days and so when I heard a couple of toots from below I thought "ooh, might we have a poopie??" But, I didn't hear that distinct baby poopie sound. I just smelled it. Oh god, did I smell it.
Once I changed his diaper, amidst shouts of "Oh.. god... oh... good lord... oh man..." and the use of half the wipes in the box, I realized WHY I didn't hear it. There was no air in this poopie... it was solid, baby. It was also very very stinky. I turned to my husband and asked him if we could hold off on solid food until Aidan is potty trained. From afar, hubby said no but when he got up close to the diaper, I saw him reconsider for a moment.
So, we've moved into a new diaper era. I am thinking that the up-the-back poo-splosions will be phasing out as the god-awful-smelling solid food poo-bombs become the changing table standard.
I sure talk about poop a lot. But, that's probably because I'm living with Sir Poops a Lot.