So my newborn managed to somehow get poop up to his neck this morning. Like I don't even understand the physics of it. My wife took a picture and sent it to our group chat with 'your turn.' I've learned that parenthood is basically just cleaning up mysterious substances and pretending to laugh at your own jokes. Worth it though I guess.
Dude, the diaper blowout physics are real. I've got four kids and I still don't understand how it gets everywhere. The picture exchange with your wife sounds about right though, that's peak parenting right there.
The neck situation is rookie. Wait until you get the blowout that somehow ends up on the cat. Or in your hair. The neck is actually the happy middle ground.
Haha welcome to parenthood. The newborn blowout is like a rite of passage. Pro tip: keep wipes in your back pocket at all times. Also learned the hard way that onesies with side snaps are your friend - way easier than the full pullover kind when dealing with code brown.
Four months in and I'm still discovering new ways kids can... distribute their output. You think you've seen it all and then bam, somehow on the wall behind the crib. Congrats on your baptism into the real stuff.
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Ha, welcome to the club. Those moments are wild but honestly they make the best stories later on. My advice: embrace the chaos and keep extra clothes everywhere.