Poo.

If your stomach is weak, this one might not be for you.

So I'm working in my garden yesterday after school, while my favorite boy is inside. I come in, and smell poo. I go into the bathroom, and all over the floor, wall, counter, toilet seat... poo. The floor is wet and toilet unflushed, and I have never had this happen before, so I call Jonah in.
M: What happened in here????
J: I pooed.
M: Why is it all over Jonah? It's on the wall and floor, and oh, look at my jammies! Why is there poo on my jammies? Why is the floor wet? Did you dump water out of the toilet?
J: No, that's pee.
M: Why is there pee on the floor???!!
J: I peed on the floor.
M: Jonah! I - What - ? Wh - ? !!! (speechless now)
J: (face crumbling) You're mad at me.
M: (finally realizing my boy had been explosively sick and had not made it to the toilet, and had then tried to clean up -- using my jammies as rags) No I'm not mad. I surprised that there is poop all over. I'm surprised you used my jammies to clean up. No I'm not mad.
J: (needing a hug, but having a mother who is unwilling at the moment) I tried to clean it up.

And so my boy proceeded to go directly into the shower, while I got elbow-deep. Yuck.
Waiting parents: doesn't this make you eager to dive in? I tell you, I love my sweet guy, but boy, this is not what I signed up for! Well I guess it is, but it's not my favorite part. I've washed the jammies well, but am not sure I'll ever wear them again (shudder!)

Satisfied at Seven

Seven months. Yep. What else can I say?