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Hanvt posted much (as you know) for a while but recently discovered (Actually frequently re-discover ona daily basis) and wanted to share that there re few smells i dislike more than the smell of baby burp after drinking formula. chreist! what a stench!!! worse than liverwurst baby poo....
so what sets u off then eh ?
Good grief Zed, you'll have to toughen up son:rolleyes: , there are many smells far worse than that. You should be so overcome with the joys of fatherhood that the smells go unnoticed, ahwell obviously not in some cases.
Cheers John.
did u mean the smells of farterhhood john ? :rolleyes:
Dude,
wait till they go onto solids.............:o :o
You aint seen nothing yet:D :D
Poor Zed:p ,
The joys of parenthood are many and varied! I'm still haunted by the smell of late night milk vomits being laboriously wiped from the cracks between wooden floor boards... because if you didn't do it then and there the smell was unbearable next day!:( Talk about gag!!
Not quite out of the woods yet, we haven't even begun the trials of toilet training the youngest yet.
Cheers,
Hah! Wait until he's a four year old and gets car sick for the first time. That smell never leaves!
Interesting!
Small house dogs are handy for wiping up those milky vomits, and cleaning up any other incidental mistake on the way. :oo:
I know I'm not alone in being terrified of pooey nappies, but the spew doesn't seem to be a bother.
Many's the night I've spent poking chunks of carrot down a plug grate after one or the other of 'em lost their improperly masticated dinner.
It's not so much the residual pong of the carsickness silent, it's the greasy stripe it leaves on the velour that gets me!
cheers,
P
:D :D :D
Try breast fed milk, chucked up in the car, on a long, hot summers drive. :o :C
And it doesn't matter if they have eaten carrots or not it always comes anyway.Quote:
Originally Posted by bitingmidge
I was just showing my wife this thread and she reckons you guys need to get a life if that's all you have worry about.
She raised three kids while I was working that where each five years apart so she reckons she was washing pooey napkins for nearly fifteen years.
That was the days before disposables when you would have a bucket of pooey napkins to wash each day.
Wait'll you're holding bubs and get a big technicolour yawn all over you.
OH... I know all that.... my boy is 18 months old now and i look forward to yawns in the car etc.... plenty of spew down the shirt etc...
I just wanted to know what set YOU guys off...
Nah, your all wrong. Try driving a station wagon, that has had rotten eggs broken in the back. It took months and gallons of sprays and deodorants for it to go. Nearly threw up every time I got in the car.
DIY DAN
Nothing really turns my stomach except
Tripe and White Sauce
and Smoked Cod
The only thing that turns my stomach is a cab ride after a very heavy night out, the kind where you can't focus your eyes any more.
G'day,
Early on the smell of baby poo nearly sent me heaving, so SWMBO and I agreed that I won't change nappies. :2tsup:
Now and then I get strong hints that she wants me to change the nappy, but I refer back to an earlier agreement - problem solved. :)
Waldo you big woos, just when we all thought you were a tough bloke you show your vunerable side. Just goes to show the missus if far tougher, full marks to her.:2tsup:
John:wink:
G'day JohnC,
The world is a much nicer place if I don't have to smelll poos, after all it interfers with my chanting and yoga and stuffs up my ying. :yes:
Good Strategy Waldo.Quote:
Originally Posted by Waldo
It keeps woman's work in the woman's domain
So the men can get on with the really important jobs
Like making sawdust
And start painting with it on the carpet and walls. My youngest loved to smear it in as big a circle as possible on her floor:C :CQuote:
Originally Posted by Gra
For me, the smell of burning pork. I won't go into why.Quote:
Originally Posted by Zed
Yeah. :(Quote:
Originally Posted by echnidna
Years ago, I was running late for work and tried to bolt out the door. SWMBO at the time pulled me up and demanded a good-bye kiss for her and the bub. (Ahhh... the early days when life was good. :wink:) Of course, as I'm handing bubba back she gave a BIG belch and... [sigh] Who'd have thought such a little thing could hold so much? All down the front and inside of my shirt, t-shirt and strides. Being late, really late, I didn't have time to change clothes, but continued on my way, wiping myself down as I went and reasoning that I'd be in a dozer or excavator cab in the field all day so nobody would notice.
HA! It seems our section supervisor had retired, so the first two hours of the morning were up in reception for the mandatory tea'n'biscuits and lining up with the rest of the crew and managerial staff to shake his hand... :oo: Most of the crew just laughed, 'twas fairly obvious that they knew the smell and had some (if not much) sympathy but management? Cor, blimey! They went off as though I'd turned up as as a maggot! I'm convinced none of them have ever experienced fatherhood... they probably breed by asexual fission. :rolleyes:
Sadly, I also wasn't chosen as the Section Mgrs replacement. :D
Its at that point when you get someone else to drive the cab for you.Quote:
Originally Posted by silentC
Al :U
It's the porcelain bus that I end up driving :p
My wife leaves the breakfast table when I get out the jar of peanut butter, I just cannot understand why.:(