Here is Henry and Dad after our walk. (Or Dad and Elvis....)
Here's cool dude Owen after his walk.
Our not so cool moment began after our walk, and in between Owen and Henry's bath. Mom had just bathed Owen and we were lying in the hallway getting dressed. Dad was bringing a nude Henry into the bathroom when sh-- hit the fan....or more literally, it hit the floor. Henry dropped a deuce from about 4 feet up onto the bathroom floor. Dad didn't even notice, but Mom did and started laughing. Dad said "Something smells..." and Mom gestured to the floor.
It wasn't until later that we realized Dad had stepped in the poop and tracked it around the upstairs...
Then this morning, Henry had another blowout...and Dad had another "Something smells over there...." Hm, Dad, maybe it's the poop running down Henry's leg and onto the bouncy seat?! Henry had poop in between his toes, on his hands, on his clothes, everywhere. Calvin was going nuts. At any rate, we cleaned up this morning's mess with less gagging than last night. Hopefully Henry isn't getting sick and just ate too many prunes. Poor baby!!
We'll be sure to update if there are any more crappy adventures.
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