One to remember

Yesterday we had one of those experiences that we will laugh about for years. Jaxon is nearly the perfect baby. He doesn't spit up. He sometimes sleeps 7-8 hours at a time. He soothes himself. However, he has the tendency to EXPLODE at inconvenient times.

We were sitting quietly in church yesterday when I heard the "fireworks" go off. It was almost the end of sacrament meeting, so I just decided to wait to change him. Thankfully, however, Chris noticed that Jaxon was leaking on me (all over my brand new white shirt, I might add), so I made a dash for the mother's lounge. There I was met with the most massive explosion I have ever encountered! He had poop up his back all the way to his armpits. Luckily he was wearing a onesie underneath his button up shirt, or the consequences could have been truly catestrophic. The onesie caught most of the mess, and, once I was able to get him out of it, I promptly threw it away. There was no way I was going to carry that around with me for the next 2 hours! I spent about 10 minutes trying to wipe the residue off of him. Then I looked in his bag for a change of clothes. No luck. He'd already used the spare set, and I hadn't replace it. So, in desperation I looked in Madison's bag. Luckily there was a spare shirt in her bag. So, sweet little Jaxon spent the rest of the day looking like this:



What made the situation even more hilarious was Madison's response to Jaxon's outfit. I came back from changing him and as soon as she saw him she said, "Oooh, he's a princess!" Classic!