We Are Going In.

It would take a corporal with a strong stomach to change a diaper.
Particularily the poopy ones.

After cleaning a pile of spit-up the floor by my computer desk a second time today, I relented and picked my son off the floor to sit in my lap. After a few mouse clicks and key tapping, I quickly discovered a strange odor wafting off the kid. Suspicious, I trotted over the the change table to discover the cause. The oft feared poopy diaper. *Sighing* I removed the diaper to find that he had pooped up the front (yep front) of his diaper with nothing on the back of the diaper. "How on earth is this accomplished? He must aim."... I muttered to myself, meanwhile attempting to put a clean diaper on the kid who was busy at the same time trying to throw the box of wipes on the floor, trying also to twist around to go over the end of the change table kamikaze style.

Now in a clean diaper.....I am listening to "mmmmmmm mmmmm mmmm ahhhh agggghhhh", from the child while he eats one of grandma's sappy love story books. Tantrum coming soon, but that is another story for another day.