Raise Your Hand If You Know What A Blowout Is

I had the pleasure of spending most of the past week in Washington, D.C. with my hubby for his annual International Conference. I actually haven’t been to one of these shin-digs in about two years, and I’m so glad that I decided to come to this one! It was at the Gaylord National Harbor Resort and Convention Center, and it rocked.

The hubster works for a great company, with an awesome group of people. They are so awesome, in fact, that sometimes it feels more like hanging out with friends you’ve known for years than your typical office crowd.  And though I did get a bit tipsy at the piano bar that we went to on the first night I got to D.C., I’m fairly confident that I didn’t do anything to embarrass myself, or my hubby for that matter.

Or at least I haven’t heard any rumors about my behavior being anything less than appropriate.  And no incriminating pictures have surfaced on Facebook.  Yet.

Of course, being that some of us in the group are parents, you know that there was one particular subject of conversation that just HAD to make an entrance at some point.  I mean, it’s seriously just a “must discuss” kind of topic.

And that point came last night, ladies and gentlemen, while we were all dressed up in our finest attire and sitting around our table at the Awards Banquet for the last night of the conference.

And yes, I’m talking about poop, in case you hadn’t caught on yet.

My husband’s boss was looking at his Blackberry and laughing at the funny posts that were coming in from one of their other co-workers wives, who couldn’t make it to D.C. this year.  Of particular interest, she said something along the lines of, “Now I officially know what the definition of a blowout is.”

Yes, she was talking about a diaper.  And yes, she was talking about a diaper FILLED with poop.

Her niece was visiting from out of town, and what started out as an innocent fart turned into the end-all-be-all of diaper explosions. Every parent knows EXACTLY what I’m talking about.

I won’t go into any more detail than to say that in addition to the blowout, she made a reference to beef stew, and a reference to peas.

And then we all had a good laugh about diaper blowouts and dug into our plates of pesto-stuffed chicken and risotto. (Although I refused to eat the chicken because I’m going through a bit of a “fear of consuming chicken in public” phase).

And nobody gagged.

Isn’t hanging out with other parents the best?  I can’t wait for next year’s conference!

*On a side note, I know I’ve been M.I.A. for the past couple of weeks and it feels great to be back!  I had a great vacation with my boys at the Cape, started my new job as a Celebrity Parenting Blogger for Babble.com, learned that there really are some crazy lunatics in this world who have nothing better to do than read celebrity blogs and tell me how much they hate me, decided to turn on comment moderation on this blog for a little damage control, and now I’m on my way home from D.C. and I’m ready to rock and roll.  Stay tuned for an exciting announcement about The Mommyologist coming next week!”

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