It's Chili outside!

So - it may be warm, but it is also quite chili outside - the diaper that is. For those of you that have kids, this will disgust you, but it will be an occurrence that you have had in one way or another. Those who do not have kids, this will just be one more thing that will be added to the list of things that will prevent you from even thinking of having kids.

This morning, Cole and i were hanging out in the new kitchen, when he decided to start his morning ritual of making a face that looks like Harpo Marx and squeeze out a good old number two. This is a normal, everyday ritual, so it brings up no red flags. However, Cole is walking more these days, which means he stands more these days, which also means he falls on his ass more these days.

Wait - don't get ahead of me here, but yes, you can see where this is going.

So, he does his Harpo, stands, falls and stands again. Wanting to go to the other room, I decide to pick up Cole and carry him for the sake of speed. That's when I slip. I didn't fall, but my foot slips a little more. I look down and I see my shoe (thank god I was wearing shoes) has what looks like Chili on the bottom of it.

I think to myself - Hmmm, that's funny, I thought I cleaned all that up last night.

Then it dawns on me - Shit! I just stepped in Shit! My sons own Shit!

After eating Chili and pineapple last night, his little system decided to release a larger load than normal, his falling on the over full diaper made it explode, and his immediate standing allowed the brown surprise to fall straight down his pant legs onto the kitchen floor leaving a nice surprise for daddy.

Ahhhh - ain't life grand!

Gotta run and wait for the plumber - completely unrelated, but maybe I will put him to work on Cole.

Well - until next time...