Oh POOP

Last night we were blessed to be able to visit some friends in Orange County for a lovely evening. Christian and their son Andrew played well together, Jonathan was a good baby, and the grown-ups were able to enjoy a FABULOUS meal and terrific conversation.

Christian and Andrew took a bath together and Christian enjoyed the new bath toys he got to play with. Andrew has a bubble machine that was way too cool!

As we were preparing to leave, I decided to quickly change Jonathan's diaper in their living room. I noticed he had a poopy, and just as I went to wipe him, he had projectile poo that shot several feet and splattered EVERYWHERE. All over me (and my fancy dancy Vera Wang pants), all over their light colored carpet, all over the toy box beside me, even on some of Andrew's toys. All I could do was laugh (and cover that lethal booty of Jonathan's). We cleaned everything up, and Danny did his best to get all of the poo out of their carpet before we bid them "adieu".

Chuckling to myself, I thought about how, if this wonderful couple didn't have kids, they would most likely have been absolutely disgusted, and most likely even said to each other "THIS is why we don't have / want kids!" Instead, they were most gracious and kind.

Now I need to figure out how to control that crazy projectile poo that Jonathan is prone to having.