the explosion

so yesterday, i was sitting on the floor and was playing with Gemma in her bouncy chair. she had a queer look on her face, so i knew she was doing *something*. sure enough, she let out a giant wet, roaring sound from her bum bum. she still had that look on her face, so i knew she wasn't done, so i waited a couple more minutes until she was... finished. 

another wet roaring sound. 

the next thing i know, poop is seeping through her sleeper and running down the bouncy chair. 

emergency situation! 

i pick her up, hold her out in front of me, and literally i can see the yellowish brown soaking through her back, sides, and legs. i rush to the bathroom, strip her naked, and see that this is too big of a job for baby wipes. Gemma is angry because i put her down on the floor while i undress her and she's lying on all that yucky poopy mess. i turn on the shower and as soon as the water is warm, i put her under the water to rinse her off. 

at this point, even though i have poop all over myself as well, i can't stop laughing. gemma is smiling because she feels clean again. 

oh man. the sheer joys of motherhood. i videotaped the mess so i could show Jesse when he got home. 

he couldn't believe it. he was actually speechless.