Crap Everywhere.

I'm serious. And I don't mean "stuff". I mean feces.

Last night around 2:30 Joseph was moving all over and couldn't get comfortable. Then he pooped. Luckily I heard/felt it, so he didn't sit in it all night long.

So I got up, cleaned him up and went to put that diaper in the laundry and get another diaper from the basket. When I got back, well, I'm sure you can guess. He'd left another present for me on the bed (and peed to add insult to injury) and was on the floor. Then he proceeded to crawl off to the living room, stopping every few feet to sit back on his laurels and leave a trail.

At 2:30am.

My only recourse is that I can write about it in this blog for all the world to see and show it to his first girlfriend.

And talk about timing - I just borrowed a steam cleaner from my friend Rachel yesterday! Guess what I'll be doing this afternoon?