Boden used to have the perfect poop schedule: once every day to day and a half. I don't think an adult would even complain about that. In the past few weeks, though, some gastrointestinal shift of seismic proportions has obviously occurred because the perfect poop schedule is gone and has been replaced with new poop motto: Poop early. Poop often.
In terms of volumetrics, I'm not sure he's even taking in as much as he's putting out. And you'd think we'd get some reprieve during sleep, but no, there is no off-limits time anymore. In fact, he's got a roaring case of monkey-butt because a poop slipped by undetected during a naptime. I'm still trying to wrap my brain around how it is even possible to poop while sleeping and, in an instance where your bowels are saying "hey, man, it's happening with or without you", shouldn't you at least stir from your slumber?
This new lack of order has got us all baffled and we're constantly on poop watch. Smelling and peeking at Boden's buns whenever doubt crosses our minds. Poor guy. We've armed ourselves with a giant tub of Boudreaux's Butt Paste and are hoping this phenomenon passes quickly.
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