[blo] – [out]
What used to mean incredible savings on shoes, handbags and clothing or a great wash and blow dry at your hair salon has taken on an entirely different meaning.
The blow out is the nuclear disaster of baby-land. Picture this…you’ve just changed your baby. You’ve cleaned him, creamed him, diapered him and dressed him in a new, clean outfit. Silly you. Next thing you know that little face of concentration (the one where his eyes stare off into the abyss) takes hold. You think he can’t possibly be taking another crap…you just changed him for the third time in an hour. What you don’t realize is that the precluding soilings were just a lead up to the main event.
You pick up your baby who is now screaming, soaked all the way up his back and into his hair with the offending mess. The blow out requires a full on bath…no amount of wipes or powder is going to clean this shite up.
The worst part about the blow out is that it will often happen when you are out with friends or, actually at a huge blow out sale…back home you go, you’re head hung in sorrow as you realize just how real this shit is about to get.
Pretty sure this is the new theme song for your life.by