TMI for all but a parent...

Unless you are a mommy (or maybe a brave daddy) this kind of thing would be TMI for you. But I had to share the crazy 20 minutes I just had.

While feeding Brianna, I felt a vibration under my arm. From the sound of it, I could tell there was most definitely poop involved. So we go to the changing table. Low and behold, it's a poop. A lot of poop. A "-pause-and-think-how-to-go-about-this" sort of poop. One that requires a new outfit, and dozens of wipes. And as it turned out, one that requires a bath (once I realized there was poop on her hand and arm in addition to her back, lower belly, and everywhere in between). Luckily, Andy was home for lunch and was able to get a new outfit out, and then a bath ready for me while I figured out what to do to cover us during the trip from downstairs to up (the only bathroom of the house is upstairs, boo). While I was contemplating this mess, Brianna also decided now was a good time to spit up all over. In the position she was currently holding, this meant milk all down her cheek, over her ear, and into her hair. Lucky me :-)

Fast forward. Bath is complete. Lotion is slathered. I pick her up in order to lay down her new outfit. As I hold her against me, she promptly spits up even more. I have a decent sized spot of spit up on my shirt, and she has spit up all over her newly-clean arm, face, and neck. I can do nothing but laugh to myself. When it rains, it pours, right?! Poop and spit up is no big deal to me of course - but that still doesn't make it FUN. By this point, Andy had enough and fled the scene. Once I got Brianna cleaned up (again) and dressed, we headed downstairs just in time to say bye to daddy, who was heading back to work. He let us know he loves us anyways, despite all the bodily fluids flying. What a man :-)