tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post3863824324609048942..comments2023-10-24T14:51:45.756+02:00Comments on Bloggertropolis: Bum ExplosionStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02133900289384226725noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-85157718671755834732010-03-15T13:37:09.060+01:002010-03-15T13:37:09.060+01:00Owen: I am still laughing. God knows what the car ...Owen: I am still laughing. God knows what the car park cleaners (if there are such things) thought had happened. One helluva curry! It also reminds me of a less explosive episode we had with Ben when he was still being potty trained. We had spent the day at Barmouth and before getting into our car to head off Ben announced he needed a wee. We too had come prepared and had brought the potty. It was duly used and we got Ben back into the car and drove off. Back at the we couldn't find the potty. We had left it - full to the brim - on the beach front. A nice find for somebody I'm sure.Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133900289384226725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-74996145946511370182010-03-15T02:06:39.141+01:002010-03-15T02:06:39.141+01:00Hi Steve, I somehow missed this one with a busy en...Hi Steve, I somehow missed this one with a busy end of the week at work last week...<br /><br />Ah, the pleasures of parenting... so you prefer AK-47s to M-16s ? Guess you really are ready for Somalia. But what a trooper that Tom... at least he tried to clean up the damage.<br /><br />Couldn't help but to be reminded by your story here of an incident that happened about 15 years ago (which I hope means the statute of limitations has expired by now) when our first daughter was about one year old. We'd spent the day in Paris with her, and were getting ready to get in the car in an underground parking lot, when we realized there was a truly foul odor coming from her nether regions. Being somewhat used to the routine by then, after nearly a year of parenting, we had the necessary material on hand to clean and change her. The used (Pampers?) nappy however, quite heavily filled, was a problem, because there was no trashcan anywhere in sight in the vast expanse of parking lot. As I had no desire to go on a long hike to find one, I very irresponsibly decided to place it on the floor, and let the parking lot people dispose of it. After all, I'd paid far too much to park there!<br /><br />So, having abandoned the bulging nappy on the floor, we got in the car to leave (the scene of the crime). The starting of the car and fastening of seatbelts distracted me, sadly, just enough so that when I placed the car in reverse to back out of the spot, I cut the wheels a little further than I meant to, and rolled right over the little diaper bomb on the floor. The weight of the car did the rest. Like a plastic ketchup pack exploding when stepped on, the nappy totally exploded, spraying its contents clear across an empty spot next to where our car had been, to completely decorate the next two parking spots over and the wall beyond ! I was shocked at the explosive power exhibited ! It had let loose with an audible "WHOOSH" ! The splatter pattern on the floor and wall was incredible !<br /><br />Suffice to say, we left expeditiously, without looking back... there was nothing left to do or say. And I haven't thought of the incident since, having thoroughly repressed the memory. Do you think I'll be punished in the hereafter ? <br /><br />So, fortunately Tom didn't decide to do some precocious bedroom painting with his bum production...<br />Cheers !<br />:-)Owenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12622587942009516590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-79484085617784841812010-03-12T21:49:05.866+01:002010-03-12T21:49:05.866+01:00Löst Jimmy: better for the little 'un, not so ...Löst Jimmy: better for the little 'un, not so good for the parent that has to shovel it up...!Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133900289384226725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-918165067661930482010-03-12T21:31:09.287+01:002010-03-12T21:31:09.287+01:00Now that's a lot of stuff!
Blurrrgghhhhhhh
S...Now that's a lot of stuff!<br /><br />Blurrrgghhhhhhh<br /><br />Still the old adage goes, better out than in...right?Löst Jimmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09907139441842698894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-76774107424694749382010-03-12T05:05:54.964+01:002010-03-12T05:05:54.964+01:00Sorry about the double post. Blogger said it didn...Sorry about the double post. Blogger said it didn't go through, that I'd have to try again, only I didn't.The Crowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04846997590157958766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-11916948284762918762010-03-12T04:52:59.851+01:002010-03-12T04:52:59.851+01:00You must indeed be traumatised if you can't fa...You must indeed be traumatised if you can't face chocolate.<br /><br />Hilarious post Steve and I think your next book should definitely be a funny. You have such a brilliant way with words.Savannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05185485331789471194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-27798227967713315842010-03-12T03:46:41.764+01:002010-03-12T03:46:41.764+01:00I sure don't miss those days at all! Bless the...I sure don't miss those days at all! Bless the wee chap for trying to clean himself up tho', how cute was that eh? I always found the smell was worse than the mess itself...The Sagittarianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05513045101496737031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-62697930022623105022010-03-11T14:52:59.916+01:002010-03-11T14:52:59.916+01:00Nota Bene: there is of course no cast iron guarant...Nota Bene: there is of course no cast iron guarantee that this condition cannot afflict the adult of the species...<br /><br />Tenon_Saw: I guess I am now ruling out not only chocolate bars but also chocolate fountains...Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133900289384226725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-75809074677783943802010-03-11T14:31:46.070+01:002010-03-11T14:31:46.070+01:00The worst Saw towers moment with daughter #1 was w...The worst Saw towers moment with daughter #1 was when she was a baby and did projectile diarrhoea with the nappy removed (in scheduled pit stop and with no previous hint of the condition) out of her bedroom door and over the banister....KeyReedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02894097012924024789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-37824307283456969952010-03-11T14:25:46.883+01:002010-03-11T14:25:46.883+01:00Now, on the one hand this made me laugh uncontroll...Now, on the one hand this made me laugh uncontrollably...presumably a bit like Tom's bowels...but on the other hand made me feel very grateful indeed that I don't have to indulge in this sort of activity anymore....Nota Benehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00969705852180234416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-24901303600536381562010-03-11T10:02:56.071+01:002010-03-11T10:02:56.071+01:00The Crow: I'd avoid the Fruit 'n' Nut ...The Crow: I'd avoid the Fruit 'n' Nut too if I were you.<br /><br />Suburbia: I can see how such events would emblazon themselves indelibly onto the mind...<br /><br />ArtSparker: ...most definitely epic. And with the sequel hitting us this morning. I suspect we might have a trilogy on our hands.Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133900289384226725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-10033855521044896862010-03-11T03:40:13.979+01:002010-03-11T03:40:13.979+01:00I can't tell if you are boasting or complainin...I can't tell if you are boasting or complaining...epic in either case.ArtSparkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04875996639432864367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-43419338590452813702010-03-10T23:59:22.330+01:002010-03-10T23:59:22.330+01:00Eww! Thanks for that last sentence!!
I can rememb...Eww! Thanks for that last sentence!!<br /><br />I can remember such events vividly from when my two were small, explosive poo, lovely!Suburbiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05352465945711496612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-84984669051563704372010-03-10T23:37:58.621+01:002010-03-10T23:37:58.621+01:00Well...that's it for the Milky Way I was tryin...Well...that's it for the Milky Way I was trying to eat! Thanks ever so much, Steve!The Crowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04846997590157958766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-39242951808107788932010-03-10T23:37:58.605+01:002010-03-10T23:37:58.605+01:00Well...that's it for the Milky Way I was tryin...Well...that's it for the Milky Way I was trying to eat! Thanks ever so much, Steve!The Crowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04846997590157958766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-48397600702852446612010-03-10T22:51:42.729+01:002010-03-10T22:51:42.729+01:00Kaz: let's hope he doesn't vomit before Fr...Kaz: let's hope he doesn't vomit before Friday.<br /><br />Selina: I did, didn't I? Sorry. Sometimes life takes over...!Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133900289384226725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-6756321753131453372010-03-10T22:42:24.312+01:002010-03-10T22:42:24.312+01:00I want to complain that you said you would only wr...I want to complain that you said you would only write about nice things this week (after your toenail and spider posts - yeuugh!) but I have to admit to laughing too much. Against my will, you understand !!!Selina Kingstonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01515746813047397411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-56607638750152807772010-03-10T21:51:50.056+01:002010-03-10T21:51:50.056+01:00No - I can't read this one Steve.
I'll wai...No - I can't read this one Steve.<br />I'll wait for the next post.KAZhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06621294189351906599noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-9514426025195270892010-03-10T17:45:35.621+01:002010-03-10T17:45:35.621+01:00Heather: despite the nefarious workings of his bot...Heather: despite the nefarious workings of his bottom he is a very clean boy.Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133900289384226725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-35872251537526480242010-03-10T17:10:27.513+01:002010-03-10T17:10:27.513+01:00ha ha ha, oh those lovely nappy explosions. But t...ha ha ha, oh those lovely nappy explosions. But that is so sweet that he tried to clean it up himself!Not From Laplandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17165208811776097332noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-83072427075676990762010-03-10T13:52:47.018+01:002010-03-10T13:52:47.018+01:00Missbehaving: without going into too much detail I...Missbehaving: without going into too much detail I believe my mother and my wife would probably sympathise. Thank God all my tubes and muscles are still remarkably buff.<br /><br />Lunarossa: it's not the greatest job in the world but I do think it contributes quite a bit towards bonding (sometime literally) - Madonna is not only missing out she's making herself a coward. If you've never smeared your own kid's poo over your hands then you ain't a real parent!Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133900289384226725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-38710943428006704362010-03-10T13:29:25.959+01:002010-03-10T13:29:25.959+01:00I'm sooo happy I've got that all behind me...I'm sooo happy I've got that all behind me. Changing nappies has always been my worst nightmare. I remember the first times I had to do it I felt totally sick. I've read somewhere that Madonna has never changed a nappy in her life. And who would blame her? Anyway, you seem totally organized and efficient. Well done. Ciao. A.lunarossahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15231055955991137579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-78772019759692862972010-03-10T13:13:21.117+01:002010-03-10T13:13:21.117+01:00Me too, laughed my arse off, well some of it, seem...Me too, laughed my arse off, well some of it, seems like still quite a lot left. I remember the days of the explosive poo, up the spine and round the shoulder blades.<br />Sadly only myself to worry about now, can't laugh, sneeze or cough without making an on the spot decision to clench either front or back. Oh the circle of life, how maHvellous it is. ;)Miss behavinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09333987605806347263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-65870133866446350252010-03-10T12:36:34.242+01:002010-03-10T12:36:34.242+01:00FF: unfortunately my novel isn't a comedy... b...FF: unfortunately my novel isn't a comedy... but the one I'm planning next is going to be a "funny"! I must admit dog poo is foul. Really, really foul. Kiddy poo is positively fragrant in comparison. Not that I'd want to use it in place of the Shake 'n' Vac.<br /><br />Dotterel: ah, we're fans of Drapolene but I imagine the collateral damage would be the same...!Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133900289384226725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009574.post-66885808566219462232010-03-10T12:25:08.209+01:002010-03-10T12:25:08.209+01:00It could've been worse... a similar thing happ...It could've been worse... a similar thing happened to a friend of mine - only with the sudocrem. <br /><br />Try getting that out of a carpet!Tim Atkinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00858684167484655029noreply@blogger.com