the mutha of all diaper changes

wednesday morning started like most-- at 5:30 a.m., aidan woke up. i went to go get him and was greeted with one of most nasty smells imaginable.

you would think that after two years of dirty diapers, i'd be used to it. but this time, it was B...A...D.

whatever he ate at school did not agree with him. he had so much watery poop his diaper couldn't hold it all. he was sleeping on his stomach, so the poop seeped out of his diaper, soaked his pj's, and he had poop up all over his torso. 

i called for daddy back-up. he peeled off his wet and poopy pjs while i ran a bath. try holding a naked baby, caked with poop, to carry him to the bathtub for a scrubdown. ick.

in the meantime, i had to strip his bed, open the windows, gather all his soiled clothes and put it in the laundry. 

somehow, aidan was in good spirits pretty much the whole time. 

and that was our wednesday morning. good times.