The Neverending Poo…

Teething poo, not just any poo.  All the time, neverending, rash-inducing poo.  It’s got us confined to the apartment in fear of having to change a dipe in public.  It’s got us slave to the Ivory soap wash after every “change.”  It’s got us living in crisis mode.  I can’t wait for things to get back to normal.