On doctor’s orders, we’ve started the transition to “solids.” I’m not sure why they call it “solids,” afterall, it’s about as solid as a milkshake… which… you know, isn’t solid. Anyway, one of the joys of these knew foods is the smell they make coming out the… uh… other side.
Yes, not being a breastfed babe, H has never had pleasant or not particularly smelly poop. Nope, it’s always been pretty bad. But now it’s worse. Anyone that’s made this transition I’m sure would agree.
Being science minded, I’ve notice a distinct difference in scent between poop depending on what H has eaten. Last night, green beans, and, yup, the worst smell ever.
I guess I should consider myself lucky, having been broken in with stinky formula instead of breast milk. I would imagine the transition is much worse. Anyway, thought I’d share, cause I’m sure you’ve been waiting since I started this blog for this very post.
Jason says:
June 13th, 2005 at 2:45 pm
Spinach is probably the worst (excuse me while I hurl).
On those particularly stinky days I take a tissue with a little rose oil and hang it from my glasses while I change the diaper
Jennifer says:
June 13th, 2005 at 2:57 pm
Gag. Oh it gets worse….oh yes much much worse. Just you wait and see.
Not-For-Profit-Dad says:
June 14th, 2005 at 8:43 am
Someone should really do an empirical study of this. It is amazing how stuff that is relatively inoffensive going down, comes out smelling like the inside of a fake leg. Also, the stank is not necessarily proportionally related to the size of the turd — my Boy Twin has produced nuggets that could knock over a sanitation worker, while relatively large piles of poop can go undetected for quite awhile.
thebee says:
June 14th, 2005 at 10:41 am
Haha!
Aaaw this post made me miss my boys so much! Poo included. What about colors? It’ll be fun you know, when Hayes can finally eat chocolate. Neverthought I’d see so much poo varieties in my life until I had two kids.
Roger L. Sieloff says:
June 15th, 2005 at 10:01 pm
Infantsy is just old age in reverse. When I experienced puberty, I realized children didn’t stink. I seemed to. Later I learned I did. Once I got to be thirty, I began to notice my normal aroma was now infused with distinctly rotting overtones. Yes, I seemed to be decaying. Older and riper I have learned to enjoy my stench like an aging boar. There will eventually come a time when, as every toddler knows, hapiness is a warm, wet diaper.
yours sincerely wasting away,
Roger L. Sieloff
Cameron says:
June 16th, 2005 at 10:43 am
UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHAL YOU FEED YOUR CHILD BRUSSEL SPROUTS.
It looks exactly the same going in and coming out.