Poop vs. Poop

People will tell you that baby poop smells sweet and doesn't stink.
It stinks.

It stinks and it's messy because a baby who is on a liquid diet of breast milk for the first 6 months or so of his/her life has liquid poo.  Furthermore, it doesn't matter how talented you are at diapering: Liquid poo has the uncanny ability to leak, squirt or explode out of a diaper no matter which brand of disposable or reusable/cloth diapers you use. Of course these explosions will mostly happen when you are in public on the one day you are without a change of cloths in the diaper bag you are carrying for your bundle of joy.  This is an inevitable fact.
Another inevitable fact is that one fine day you will miss that stinky runny poop, because there is something that smells worse: real poop.  I realized today that the reason people tell you that baby poop doesn't stink is because it doesn't smell even remotely as grotesque as the poop that comes from your baby's cute little tooshie once he/she has started eating baby food.  OMG- it is vile!  It does, however, stay (easily) contained in the diaper as it is a more solid consistency.  I must say that I am ever so pleased that this new super duper stink poo cannot be expected to occasionally present itself up my daughters back, in her arm pit or behind her ear.
So, I guess there are pro and cons to both kinds of poopie, but don't ever let anyone tell you that baby poop doesn't stink - cause that's just a load of crap. 

The Mommy Groupie

In high school I was homecoming princess and prom queen.  I'm not sure exactly why or how that happened.  I don't think I was really very popular, and while I was friendly with everyone (jocks, nerds, rockers, preps, etc), I didn't have many real friends.  At my graduation while most kids were hugging each other and bidding one another tearful goodbyes, I was happy to begin the next chapter of my life without hesitation or looking back.  It's not that I hated school or anything.  I just didn't have a sense of belonging there or any serious attachments.  I was never a part or any "click" and never really understood them.
However .... er um ...
Now that I'm a Mom, I totally want in on the "mommy click"!  It's weird.  I have friends.  I have some great friends.  But I NEED "Mommy friends".  I need Mommy friends who live close by and have babies the same age as Quilla.  I guess I'm not the first Mom who has ever felt this way or there wouldn't be so many "Mommy and Me" organizations profiting off of this desperate need for us to associate with others who have also survived 9 months of carrying around a watermelon in her belly.  I am totally envious of the Moms sitting together at the park enjoying their lattes as their little ones eat sand together.  I need to find me a pal or two like that! .... for Quilla's sake.  *sigh*
So, I have officially become a Mommy groupie.  I'm scoping out the diaper isle at Target and attending Mommy & Me Yoga classes with the sheer intention of hooking up.  It's not so different from dating. I try to be creative thinking up casual ways to strike up a conversation about stroller preferences with another woman who looks cool and is more or less the same age as myself who has a  baby who looks more or less Quilla's age just so I can bait her long enough to pop the question:
"Hey, wanna have a play date?"  
It's a little nerve wracking.  I mean,  a girl's gotta be proactive, but I don't want to come on too strong or sound too needy ...  and once a Mommy text's you her number, how long should you wait before returning her text and scheduling the coffee/play date?  Well, I'm not exactly sure of the etiquette, but if your a Mom who is quietly debating the pro's and con's of Medela verses Lansinoh breast pads in isle 7 at Walgreens - just be nice to that other Mommy in the isle who quickly flashes you a Cheshire Cat smile the second you look in her direction cause she's probably not half a s creepy as she looks.  OK?