Stinky Pete

It's official, my baby is going to be the stinky kid in class. I didn't think babies stunk, other than their poopy diapers. Wrong!

I was holding Cooper during Sacrament meeting and his little clenched up fist found my shirt. He was exploring the fabric with his chubby hand, opening and closing it, and feeling my shirt. I kept getting a whiff of something very stinky! I finally grabbed his hand, smelled it, and almost gagged. Since he has discovered his hand with his mouth it doesn't have a chance to dry out and thus smells like a 30 year old pair of leather sandals.

Second, my little boy is so chubby his poor neck does not get much air either. His neck is a great place for him to hide his leftovers from the previous meal, so that also must be checked quite regularly and cleaned thoroughly.

Third, who thought a little boy could get stinky feet? He doesn't wear shoes...he doesn't walk around on them all day...he just lays around kicking them in the air. Somehow he has managed to do it. He has stinky feet, and it's old man stinky!

And the last place is his arm pit. I guess it makes sense but you just wouldn't think it would stink. It does. The end.