Breaking Rule No. 7

Erin created the first rule. Rule No. 1, no peeing on the Mommy. I call this one the "Golden Rule". It went from there. By the time I was able to put in for my couple of rules, I got 6 and 7. Last night we had a serious violation of rule No. 7.

Some time around 2 AM, Erin gives me a poke to get up and change the boy. He is awake and starting to fuss. Time for a new diaper and then a good meal. So, I pick him up and head for his room and the changing table to put on a new diaper. In the short few moments it takes me to pick him up and get him to the changing table, he lets loose more than a few wet farts. Yea...

Not without some trepidation, I pull off his diaper to change him. Diaper is wet, but not really poopy. I wipe him off quickly, and all of a sudden he breaks rule No 7, no pooping on the daddy.

At this point, I have a real mess on my hands, both literally and figuratively. I manage to swiftly get myself cleaned off, him cleaned off, and in a fresh diaper, so his rear end cannon is now safely contained. He is now screaming his head off, and there is still poop all over the changing table.

Fortunately, my wife is wonderful. From the warmth and comfort of our bed, her mommy radar goes off, sensing "something is awry", and she rushes to my rescue. Erin scoops up Xander and sits down to feed him, while I proceed to clean up the rest of the mess.

I would say, I'm sure that it won't be the last time, but I actually don't even need to speculate on that. He managed to it to me again this morning. Oh well. Nothing that a really good long hot shower can't take care of.

Jake