The Best Laid Plans...

Things have been pretty tame for Daddy since we came to Omaha. He just hangs out with me all day, and you know I would NEVER be a high maintenance baby. <> So today I thought I would keep him on his toes. I realized I hadn't had a blowout in a loooong time, so I figured Daddy was due.

I'll save you the gory details (for now) but as I was doing my daily business I figured if I got creative I might be able to complicate matters for the upcoming change.

Oh boy did it.

Daddy laid me on the table and checked the back of my diaper to make sure there was no blowout, and there wasn't (yet). So when he was digging for a diaper and wipe, I dug deep and managed to come up with just enough to tip the scales away from the expected.

So Daddy put a clean diaper under me, but when he pulled his hand back he knew I got him. He lifted my legs and discovered my little prank all over the place. He had my legs in his left hand, and would never put me back down in that mess. But his right was out of commission with my little present.

What's a daddy to do?

So he struggles along and gets me (mostly) clean, all the while keeping me lifted above the nastiness below.

One thing I didn't think about, though, was this was now a VERY dirty onsie, and it still had to come off. In case you don't know, the only way to get a onsie off is over your head.

Yikes.

But Daddy was nice and managed to get it off with minimal damage. However, we both needed a bath afterwards. When I got out, Daddy put me in the only onsie that fit the situation.



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