Nobody can ever really be prepared for baby poop. People can tell you about the metamorphosis of poop, but you never really know about it until it happens.
Just like parenting in general. EVERYBODY likes to give you their two cents about what the first few days, weeks, months and years are like as a new parent, but it is something not fully understood until experienced.
Well, we have been experiencing a new facet of babyhood/toddlerdom in poop lately. Over the last two weeks, Grace has been self feeding 80% of the time. This means real food. Solid food. Adult food. Hence the transition into adult poops.
It is soooo gross.
The manifestation of cheese, cheerios, chicken, peas and beans into a diaper makes my stomach turn.
This morning Grace woke up screaming at about 2 am. I ignored it, saying she would fall back to sleep soon. Matt could not. It turned out to be a good thing he got up, because she was indeed upset about something.
Apparently another downside of big girl poops is that it is much harder to sleep though the event and wait until the morning – which has always been the case thus far.
At 11 months old, is it too early to start thinking about potty training introductions?