Poozilla: The Revenge

Poozilla must not have appreciated the fact I blogged about her poop. She took her revenge out in a major way.

I was minding my own business sitting beside Dad, who was holding Geraldine, when she struck. Dad commented that she had pooped and wondered if she was finished. Answer: No.

Poozilla jettisoned so much poop that it burst through her diaper all over Dad, and subsequently me. Before I even knew I had a poo streak down my back Mom grabbed me and raced downstairs to the shower. I hate showers.

In the future I will tread lightly in posting potentially embarrassing things about Poozilla.

Poozilla's final victim tally:

Me
Dad
Dad's shirt
Dad's jeans
Mom's pants
Pillow case

Poozilla

Let's start at the beginning. According to my research, a fresh baby should have one poop their first day out of the womb. Geraldine came out an overachiever, pooping a whopping six times her first day.

Today, having been backed up for over 24 hours, Geraldine was not a happy camper. Unclogging that cornhole led to another milestone; pooping up her back to her head! She had poop on her arms, her back and of course filled her diaper.

This was received with laughs, amazement and some light gagging by my parents. I would love to get that kind of reaction for my poops!

Geraldine has earned her newest pet name: Poozilla.

Auntie Katie & Auntie Shanley Got Hitched

It has begun. Baby Geri has already been invited to events that I would love to attend, but instead am left to isolation in the house.

My Aunties Kate and Shanley got married this week and I wasn't there. I've been told they were lovely and everyone had a really great time, despite the cold temperatures on Friday. I would have been fine, I'm a dog!

Baby Geri better appreciate the fact she was there! Consider my corn hole clogged.