I don't like poop on my legs either.

Sophie got up last night at 2:00 to nurse. Somehow, Izzy hears us even though I almost always wake up when she starts to stir, and since she's in a cradle beside me, I don't even get out of bed - I just turn on the bedside lamp. But about every other night he comes crying down the hall while we're up. Anyhow, back to last night - I pick him up in my right arm, since Sophie is nursing on the left side. As I do, I realize his shorts are wet. Somehow he's managed to already pee through his pull-up. I had an emergency pull-up in my bedside table, so I change him while he's screaming his head off, then he climbs up in our bed and goes back to sleep.

Sophie, on the other hand, is wide awake and happy as a lark. I keep putting her down and turning off the light, but she shrieks and I turn it back on to her smiling face. Cracks me up, but in a deranged exhausted delirious sort of way.

About 3 she finally falls asleep for a while. About an hour and a half actually. Go through the same thing, then she's back up again at 6. I decide to change her before I nurse her this time, and as I'm reaching for the Butt Paste I hear an explosive sound issue forth from my sweet baby girl's buttocks. It's an explosive AND squishy sound - yeah for me! I look down and there is poop across the new diaper, on my pajamas and on my leg. As I'm looking down in shocked dismay, she does it again, accompanied by an amazing arc of urine. This time, the bed gets it too.

This is when Chris walks in. I explain to him what's happened - and no, I don't think I should repeat my exact verbiage here - and after making sure Sophie is clean *grrr* he takes her long enough for me to get cleaned up and changed. I'm so tired I can't figure out what to do next, so he tells me to put a towel over it and sleep on his side. Good idea. Then I whine about how hard the night has been and how tiring it all is. He says, "Love you. Bye." That's my sweetie. Mr. Empathy.

Tomorrow morning, we're headed for a free movie at the theatre. If I get poop on me there, I'm throwing in the towel and getting me a job at a waste treatment facility.