Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Blow Out - My Dinner Date with Baby Poo

If you don't have kids, you might not be familiar with the term "blow out". It's a dreaded term for parents and a dreadful thing to happen.

Essentially, a blow out is when what you hope the diaper will catch is not caught by said diaper. And when it is not caught it kind of blows out the sides. Clever name for an awful event.

After a quick jaunt to the fruit market, Amy and I (with Eve in tow) popped in for some delicious Kimchi stew at a great Korean restaurant (Ka Chi) on Bloor. Eve had been a little "backed up" for a bit and was in discomfort all day. This drove us sick with worry, but there's not much to do about it so we were trying to entertain her and enjoy ourselves.

Eve's level of frustration seemed to escalate rather quickly, so I took her out of her seat and was holding her as she bounced about and looked around the restaurant, wooing people with her smiles. Her very, very big smiles.

Turns out the smiles were those of great relief. Relief all over my shorts, shirt, and her leg.

It is not often you have to run out on your hot date (sorry Amy) and loudly whisper, "I have to go, I have shit on my leg".

Parenthood is all glamour, all the time.

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