Wow.

We had a poop-fest this morning. But it's not as glamorous as I've just made it out to be. I know, who am I kidding- poop hyphenated with "fest"? Come on Heather. It was more of an incident than a fest. Okay, it was just gross. Scenario: 6:45am this morning. I had just changed Ben's overnight diaper knowing that he would sooner than later have a #2. SO, I didn't put any clothes on or anything knowing this. Just left him in his diaper. Stupid move #1 by Heather, I put him in his Exersaucer like this. I proceeded to get mostly dressed for the day... and do other things while he is playing and Ryan is getting stuff ready for us to go. I looked at Ben and asked "did you poop yet?" (as if he can answer me...) and he just looked at me and then I see that his toes and feet are smudging around in... yeah, you guessed it. (I kind of wish we got a picture!) So basically to spare you much detail, it took the both of us (mostly me while Ryan had to walk away gagging) to get him and the exersaucer cleaned up in time for us to get out the door still! "IT" was all over my clothes, bra... everywhere! It was a FIASCO to say the least!!! Keep in mind, this is the SECOND time in 2 weeks this has happened in his exer-pooper! Get it? Ha, ha. This time just seemed so much worse. Although, the first time wasn't so great either. Something about the content of the issue...

Ryan and I have been endearingly calling Ben "poop feet" all day today! I don't think we'll ever let him live this moment down... poor kid, already has a complex. Here he is minus the poop!