This morning I wrote a nice, sentimental post about how hard it is to let go of the baby years, even when you know you’re all done having babies. Like how I carried a teeny pair of baby socks around in the diaper bag for months after the Wee One had outgrown them, because I just couldn’t bear to add them to the box of newborn clothes to give way. And how I found the bowl I used to use to fill the baby bathtub this morning, and got all teary-eyed when I realised I didn’t need to keep it in the bathroom anymore.
Then the Wee One had the Biggest. Poop. Ever.
When we had the Captain, I used to rate his poops based on how many wipes they required for cleanup. A typical poop was a 3-wiper. A really big one might be a 5- or 6-wiper. The Wee One’s deposit this morning was a 12-wiper.
Really helps knock the sentimentality right out of you.
Many thanks to Wipes Girl and Tissues Boy, without whose assistance I would have been, literally, up shit creek.
TurtleHead 
12 is huge. I’ve seen my share of big poops, but nothing has come close to 12. For the record, I typically get a typical poop cleaned up with 2 wipes, maybe 3 or 4 for a big one. Perhaps we use different wipes. In any case, I am truly impressed.
I do tend to use more wipes than . I have a wipe first, optimize later kind of approach.
But this one was definitely the biggest I have ever changed. Aye aye aye!