I have mentioned in several posts about Greta's "blowouts." I will need to elaborate, as her morning "movement" had me thrown for a loop.

A blowout: (noun) The miraculous existence of poo, when it manages to escape the confines of a diaper and spreads itself everywhere outside of the diaper thereby adhering itself to those extremities in close proximity to the failed diaper (such as thigh, leg, back, foot, shoulder, hand, arm, or neck of the baby). This magical experience usually involves a complete breakdown of the changing station-----clothing, changing pad, changing cover, etc. It may also involve a short (or long) soak in the sink/tub or wash down with the hose. The blowout is also usually accompanied by a laughing infant/toddler who knows what is going on and is sending Jedi signals that it will, in fact, happen again (before the week is over). The blowout is also a shameless reminder that your child's gastrointestinal tract is in working order and that no matter how "put together" a mom may have it, the blowout will shatter your outward appearance in seconds (close proximity of diaper may also include, but is not limited to those extremities attached to mom or dad).

Greta had a blowout that affected:
1. An exersaucer
2. Pajamas
3. Changing pad
4. Changing table
5. Garbage can
6. Mom's pants
7. Mom's shirt
8. The hamper
9. A washcloth

Sadly, these items/surfaces are experiencing PTSD at this time.

Her blowout went DOWN the leg of her pajamas and INTO the foot of her pajamas. When I was changing her, it had spread to her upper back, shoulder, hand, neck, and foot. WTF.

We are all recovering slowly from the events previously mentioned.