Poop~O~RAMA!

The other day, Mommy had quite the "event". You see, she has been desperately trying to get Jonah and I on the same sleep schedule. We were pretty close but then we took our trip to the cabin, got colds, etc. It's been an uphill battle ever since. So she decided to try the "tough love" method. She put us both down in our beds and Jonah actually fell asleep. But I decided I wasn't ready. So Mommy stepped outside (literally) to get some quiet in the nice sunshine and called to talk to her friend Amy. So when she got off the phone and stepped back inside the house, she found the house quiet. A little...too quiet.

Mommy proceeded to walk down the hall to check on me and that is when it hit her. I had pooped. It was a glorious poop. It was SO glorious, I decided to make it art. Fortunately, she caught it fast enough that I had only decorated the sheets in my crib. Unfortunately, she had an oboe student coming in five minutes. Oh Crap. No really, Oh Crap.

That was the fastest bath I have ever taken. In five minutes, Mommy managed to strip the sheet off my bed, give me a bath, light a candle (which didn't help), and start the washing machine. The student showed up with her Dad and I was clean as a whistle. You wouldn't have known what had just happened except that when Mommy answered the door, she was out of breath and let's face it, the candle was no match for me! That poor student. That poor, poor Dad.

I bet you are thinking that would have made for some excellent pictures. Yep. It's pretty cool when you can actually manage to gross out your Mommy. Hee, Hee.