For some reason, our little man has a hard time with his bowels when he travels. Priscilla had just come back from a "quick" 5 hour one way 3 day stay in her home town Trout Lake when the chaos started.
For most of the day we watched Liam play and right in the middle of a car sound he would stop...slowly look up at Pris and I and say "uh!" taking a few quick breaths he would then look at us again and say, "uh...AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" after many hours of the screaming horror of whatever oversized compacted thing was inside of Liam trying to come out, Priscilla decided to make a bold move.
Instead of relying on herself, Priscilla decided to give this issue up to God. She grabbed a screaming Liam up in her comforting motherly arms and began to pray, "God, please help Liam to poop. Please Lord, help him to get it all out." Needless to say I was on the couch laughing, but Priscilla got the last laugh.
Early the next morning God answered her prayer in her big way. Not only was Liams morning diaper LOADED, but he proceeded to Load his diaper every two hours there after on the hour. God is good, what can I say.
3 comments:
i LOVE poop stories!
Lord knows I do...doo too.
Okay, so I'm not so big on poo stories, but I understand this one. Bennett (my wonderful nephew) has not been quite as regular as he should be during this last week, so we get some of those "uh- . . . WAAAAAAA . . . Wa- Ha- Ha- Ha- Ha- Ha . . ." face- turning- purple, crying- until- he's- out- of- breath moments ourselves
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