I should have known that we were doomed to this fate when she decided to poop on the way to see my friend's new house for the first time, way to make an entrance Bellerina. "I totally love how your downstairs came out! It's gorgeous! Can I change my gross baby down here?". Awesome.
So now I get to spend the next few days monitoring the situation and trying to decide if it's:
A. Reaction to whole milk
B. Reaction to strawberries
C. UTI
I really hope that it's not C, because she wouldn't eat tonight and it was pasta with sauce which she looooves (I guess she just doesn't know it sometimes), and I can't even imagine trying to get her to take antibiotics.
So, I am off to do round 2 of "rinse and soak" on her clothes, the changing pad, and my jeans. Yep. My jeans.
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