The first incidence of "blow out" happened just as I was about to load the boy into his carseat and head to the doctor for my long delayed "6 week checkup" post-partem. The short version is that I immediately noticed the smell, ran upstairs with the boy (yea hardwood floors!) and got him changed, but not before his staining a very cute and brand new outfit. You know you are in trouble when you are scared to "open the diaper" without being over the tub with your kid. Clothes went into the sink, kid got a fast hose down and new outfit, and off we were again to the doctor, only a few minutes late. Too bad I was 100% sure I'd left the sink water running and had to call me neighbor to break into my house before those wonderful hardwood floors were ruined. (Turns out the water wasn't running after all).
Second incidence a few days later was as I was enjoying the company of Sarah Brown, having finished a short hike with the kids, and feeding the boy in her kitchen. We'd been having late afternoon thunderstorms and another was rolling in. BOOM goes a thunderhead right over the house and makes both Sarah and I jump about a foot (even though I was sitting). Several minutes go by and all of a sudden I realize there is something dripping... and it's canary yellow... and its all over my legs, my son, and his clothes, my clothes...and more is pouring out every second!! "help help help help!" I cry. Sarah points at me and absolutely busts out laughing. Another bath for the boy, new clothes borrowed from Leah, a shower for me, more clothes borrowed from Sarah....








The snatch!