"Projectile Number Two"

I think this is one of those things every new parent gets to experience. Hopefully it won't become the norm! Yesterday morning, when Hannah woke up I layed her on the changing table and found she only had a wet diaper. I changed her and she quickly decided to fill the new one (so quick that I hadn't even snapped her onesie yet). Paul was in the office and heard me exclaim or something and came in to help. Somehow he ended up changing this next diaper. While he was wiping her clean, she began to go some more! He carefully caught this mess on the diaper and wipe he was using. As he wiped her clean again, and we grabbed yet another clean diaper (the 3rd one in 10 minutes) he was holding her legs up in the air. At this moment Hannah managed to project even more from her bottom across the room. it sprayed the wall, her diaper genie and dripped onto the carpet. I was pretty impressed that it went a good 4 feet! Both Paul and I were laughing so hard, we almost couldn't finish changing her. It was disgusting to smell and behold. Paul was amazing and finished cleaning up the big mess while I fed Hannah. It was one of the times I was really thankful that I am the ONLY one who can feed her! :) (I had a better title for this post but Paul didn't approve!)