If you are family, you probably know what "Bunda" means. If you are not, let me enlighten you... Bottom, Bum, Butt, Derriere, Tush, Fanny, Keister, need I go on? "Bunda" is the Portuguese equivalent of all these. When Jason told me that word, I thought it was cool so in our house, we refer to our backside as "Bunda."
If you don't like Potty talk (not dirty talk... real potty talk), scroll on down to my next blog. However, if you are used to potty talk, read on.
My son has the sorriest bunda ever. Every time I try to change his diaper, he cries and tries to get away because it hurts so bad when I clean him. But at the same time, it hurts so bad for him to keep the poop (yes, I did say poop on a public blog) in his diaper because it burns his poor bunda.
He at least one sore that is really kind of an open wound. Ouchie, ouchie, ouchie. I am so grateful for toilets. Next week, after the diarrhea goes away, we is going to become a big boy. :)
If you have tips for treating horribly ouchie bundas, please leave your comments. Also, if you want to lament with me over his unfortunate state, please leave your comments as well. Misery loves company. :)