Oh Poop!

Well, I knew it was bound to happen - but that doesn't mean that I was prepared. I was changing Brooks's diaper the other day and he had peed through his diaper and spit up all over himself. I decided that I should wipe him off in the sink a little bit. I got him naked and was holding him against my chest and looking in the mirror. I couldn't get enough of his little tushie! Turns out that I shouldn't have spent so much time staring at him in the mirror. As I walked to the bathroom, he started peeing on me. "Okay, I can handle a little pee!" I thought. And then there was an explosion in my hand! I pulled my hand out from under that cute little tushie - and I had a handful of that wonderful mustardy-yellow breast feed poop in my hand. I started washing off my hand and then another smaller explosion all over me and the floor. By this time, Brooks and I are practically covered in poop. I decided that we should probably just take a bath together. And after our bath we rinsed off in the shower. Brooks seemed to enjoy it! And when I finally got back in his room to put his clothes on, he started farting (but luckily he was only farting). What an afternoon!