More Toxic Than a Superfund Site

I had really gotten my hopes up that Bry was past the stage of pooping out his diaper and onto his clothes every 5 minutes. OK, not every 5 minutes, but our water bill based on doing 70 hundred loads of laundry every week would seem to indicate differently. He does seem to have mastered NOT peeing across the changing table and onto the wall, floor, his hair, changing table cover, clothing, the cat, etc., every time you remove his diaper. He still likes to pee in his bathwater about every 3rd or 4th bath, though. Something about the cool air and the warm water...but I digress. In the past week or so, those hopes have been dashed, as Bry has reached that magical in-between diaper size when every rumble issued from his behind brings with it anxious anticipation - was it contained? Or is it time to go do ANOTHER load of laundry? And maybe change my own shirt as well. The best is when he manages to poop out his diaper and spit up simultaneously, WHILE IN THE PROCESS OF EATING. Who was it that said that caring for an infant is all about input and output? The references to Vesuvius and toxic waste also seem especially apropos at those times.

I'm not changing this one.