A daddy blog.
09 August 2009
Oh my god diarrhea
I will be forgiven my infrequent posting when you hear the terror I have to tell.
The child had three shots on Friday and quite literally lost her shit. The open-bowel reek that followed in the 72 hours thereafter is the stuff that men do not speak of except when woken shrieking from a violent dream.
It was a hopeless, manic time. Things seemed to deteriorate from loose dooce to freaky & leaky in the wink of an unholy eye. I think the wife and I both considered abandoning the apartment, the child, and each other multiple times.
... Huh. That image showed up last night.