Whoa, Nyla.

I thought we were past the stage of blowing poop out the diaper. Apparently not. We should know by now that silence equals smelly. About an hour ago, our girl was so quiet, you could hear crickets. This should have been a sign that something fierce was coming our way.

Boy did she produce.

I have never actually seen that amount of poo come from one little 20-pound baby. Homegirl pooped out her diaper, on her legs, up her back, in her knee creases, and moved it up into her armpits. Lovely. Here's the most precious part: when I had to take off her shirt, we forgot that there was a massive amount on her clothes, so when we pulled up her shirt, we dragged some of the poop IN HER HAIR. Bleh.

When I started to change her diaper, I pulled out four or five wipes because I knew that it was something wicked. But when I realized that it was massive, I just yelled, "Paul! Start the bath!" Poor monkey-girl had it all over her, so we had to bathe her. :)

Now she's all clean, smells delicious, and is happily enjoying a bottle. Maybe having a small prune juice bottle plus prunes and apples lunch was too much. Note to Mommy: lay off the prunes. Homegirl is regular now.