poop

Because it's been too long since I last mentioned poop... what kind of baby blog is this?

Today I was at lunch with a colleague-friend, with Frida sitting on my knee entertaining herself by checking out the other folks in the cafe. I noticed Frida pooping, but figured I'd deal with it later. Nursed her. Noticed her sock felt a little wet-- had she spit up? Nope-- bright yellow with poop. Yep, her sock. She was still wearing a thick fleece bunting; I'd just taken her upper half out of it for comfort. Niiiiiice. Left fairly quickly, because trying to get her tidied up in a little cafe bathroom would have just made more of a mess. Now just hoping the (washed) bunting dries quickly enough to wear again outside in an hour...