The Little Squirt... literally

So, our adorable baby girl (note the bias) got me good last week. And, quite frankly, I can't believe I'm admitting to this, but for the sake of humor, I guess I have to relate this story.

During the course of the day on Thursday, I was changing Leah's diaper (again). This one was particularly messy, and she was particularly fussy. Now, when she's fussy, she often farts (I guess it's a result of getting herself so worked up). Well, true to form, she farted while on the changing table.

Unfortunately for me, I hadn't anticipated the fart... or its force... and thus was not quick enough to re-cover Leah with the diaper. Yes, you can imagine what happened.

One minute my shirt and her changing pad are clean. The next minute there's baby poo on my shirt, the changing pad, AND the floor. And I'm not talking about just a sprinkle. We're talking a noticeable amount. Think several wipes' worth.

Despite the shock and disgust at being pooped on (well, actually, it was more like she took aim and fired), I had to laugh. What's the use of crying about it? I'll just chalk it up to experience... and be wary of loaded farts...