#poonami

As her dinner sprayed out of her sluice.

A little bit of background and context for you: Lucian is a suspiciously good baby. He's slept through the night since about two months old, he's got a rediculously laid back personality (just like daddy) and generally quite good at eating when he's supposed to... But... Boy can the boy poo!

In the past six months, there's been so many poosplosions that I've lost count.

After the first few you start to get the hang of a wetwipe bath and whipping off the shitty clothes without getting it everywhere. Then there's the problem of what to do with the clothes afterwards.

My solution: a poo bucket!

Now I'm not claiming to have invented this method, but when I mention it to people I get funny looks and end up having to explain it.

So basicly, I keep a bucket in the kitchen in front of the washing machine. When there's a poosplosion/poonami/shit storm whatever you want to call it, after you've cleaned up baby, you rinse the lumps off the dirty clothes, rub in a liberal amount of fairy liquid (it cuts through the grease in the poo) and leave it to soak in the bucket until the washing machine is free. You can then wash the clothes as normal, and the poo generally ends up coming out.

It's not always fool proof though (whoever thought white was a good colour for baby clothes was a sadist). Sometimes they need a second wash, or hanging up outside so the sunlight can bleach the stain away, but I seem to have perfected the process and I've not had to throw anything away since little man was about a month old.