And then we pumped him super full of miralax- and two days later he had the world's biggest fecal explosion. Up to his neck, down his socks. All over his carseat. EVERYwhere. and you know what?! I think that was the last straw. He was so disgusted with his poo (and so was I! Zeb was even totally grossed out) that the next time he had to poo- he sat on the toilet and went. and now he's cured. We don't need a poo therapist after all.
Here he is excitedly telling me he went poo. He gets excited about stuff.
It makes me think that I'm going to need to have two close together again so that they have a built in best friend.
And then they go and get nasty to each other and I think- maybe I'll just take another long break after this one.
Here are some funny snap shots from the past week.