Curse of the Jolly Jumper

I love this device and I hate it. This morning, I place my son in his beloved jolly jumper for his hour long session of frantic jumping and cooing. Tires him out. He sleeps. Marvelous. Anyways, while I am busy working on the computer this morning, I turn to see him jumping in perfect contentment. Suddenly he stops, looks disconcerted, narrows his eyes, grunts, and after one huge adult sized fart; he continues to jump and babble in his most happiest voice. The world is a good place for little munchkins.

I turn my attention to my computer. Two minutes later, it dawns on me. That it was a really, and I mean REALLY big fart....hmmm, I thought I recalled straining in that angelic face. Worry sets in and I race over to check his diaper. Didn't even get to the diaper part cause I soon discovered that shit was literally pouring done his pj leg. So, I carefully peel the kid out of the harness, trying not to get crap on myself, holding the kid at a distance to then race to the change table to get my baby cleaned up. Simple enough.

Then I discover that I have put on the type of pjs that require that I pull them either over his head or over his bottom....which ensures that the shit will now be smeared from head to toe of the baby no matter how hard I try to avoid this. Murphy's law. Damn.