Cause and Effect #1

Today's lesson is: when solids go in, solids come out.

Sorry to bring this up in the middle of whatever you are doing, but Anna has just had the most revolting poo I have yet seen her do. It was indescribably vile. It was also right after lunch, which I will never, ever do again. Change a nappy straight after lunch, I mean; I was considering never ever changing a nappy again, but a bit of time spent imagining the consequences of that was a bit frightening.

It was by far the most horrendous thing I have ever seen in my life, and I have not led a cloistered life: I have, for instance, spent 4 days in Munich awash with beer and vomit and overflowing toilets at the annual slop-a-thon known as Oktoberfest.

I am thinking this sort of Badlands Nappy thing will only get worse as time goes by and more solids go in. I have therefore decided to keep Anna on breast milk forever, or at least until she is old enough to wipe her own bum, because otherwise I don't think I will survive.