The daily adventures of a fabulous poof in an emotional jungle. Watch as imagination, fact and fiction blur into an insane life dependent on outrageousness and an occasional venomous jibe.
The day after my son was born, I arrived at the hospital after a very heavy night of drinking (*cough*wetting the babys head), still tipsy and very hung over. "Babys First Poo" is akin to tar - thick, black and smelly. And he did it as I arrived.
"Never fear love, I'll do it!" I told her... Well...
First off, I stripped him completely off - which is a bad thing. I then removed the nappy, only to have the little sod crap on me, then piss on me, and with a couple of seconds, he threw up his feed all over me.
Ahhh memories. And the nurse told me off for getting him naked. Pah.
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i can't imagine the sort of parent that must be to put a picture of their baby shitting itself on the internet.
A parent like me, I should think. ROFL! Thank God my insides are all wrong.
The day after my son was born, I arrived at the hospital after a very heavy night of drinking (*cough*wetting the babys head), still tipsy and very hung over. "Babys First Poo" is akin to tar - thick, black and smelly. And he did it as I arrived.
"Never fear love, I'll do it!" I told her... Well...
First off, I stripped him completely off - which is a bad thing. I then removed the nappy, only to have the little sod crap on me, then piss on me, and with a couple of seconds, he threw up his feed all over me.
Ahhh memories. And the nurse told me off for getting him naked. Pah.
A steep learning curve, then. But you're a good Dad, Dan. It's the thought that counts. Not the piddle, vomit and poo! I'm quite jealous.
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