Pic from about 20 seconds ago...

"Smith is poopy!" These are the words that I hear from Sadi about 45 minutes ago. With instruction to go get me a diaper and wipes, Smith heads over to the drawer where they're kept. When he comes to me I don't see a diaper on him at all.  Lots of four letter words begin flying at uncontrollable speeds through my head when I see chunks (and i mean CHUNKS) of poopies still hanging on his rear.  Where else ARE THEY?  Jackson runs downstairs and comes back up with the news:  "I think its in the basement.  I can't find it, but it stinks down there."

YEP. I, too, smelled it in the basement and found evidence in 20+ different places (carpet, toys, couches, bed, etc.) That may be a slight exaggeration.

So here we are.  I can imagine I am going to be finding more "evidence" over the next few days that i may have possibly missed.  I love this age.  I think absolutely EVERYTHING he does is so cute and perfect. I can imagine whatever it is that is smooshy in his backside must be explored.  I can see how it probably is really cool. Maybe if it didn't stink so bad and I didn't have the knowledge about what it is and where it came from, I too would think it was really cool. But i don't. At all.  But even that may not be entirely true.  Since my first baby didn't have the ability to poop on her own until she was six months old (after surgery), I have celebrated when each of my kids have had that natural talent.  It's a bigger deal than you'd think. And he most definitely does.  This is the second time this has happened in the past 24 hours....

PS  Emma got bangs this week.