Up the infamous creek without a paddle. Literally.

That's right, a post about poop. But you know what? It's my blog and I'll post about poop if I want to. And my day has been absolutely pooptabulous. So I figured why not do the kind thing and share all the glorious poopiness with my peeps? Cause I'm nice like that. You can thank me later.

After all, my son has the digestive intensity that could only be inherited from his father, and I feel compelled to document it out here in cyberspace. It is sure to make for some serious parental leverage down the line.

Are you ready for this?

Exhibit One: The Poopiness

Oh! You wanted me to have some, too? Thanks Love Bug!

Apparently Harrison was feeling extra giving today, and thought that a heap of #2 wasn't quite good enough for his momma. And so when I was up to my elbows in poop trying frantically not to gag to death whilst cleaning my babe's bottom, he decided to take the opportunity to pee all over the wall. What is it with boys?! It's a good thing that he's able to flash me one of his toothless grins and I can do nothing else but melt over his baby perfection. And that I have a good sense of humor. And that his dad came home just in time to take over diaper duty!

That'll teach you to not bathe me in 2 days!