Good times

Nothing like opening a child's bedroom door at 1:30 AM and getting hit in the face with diarrhea stink.  This is our first bout of diarrhea and it is unmistakable.  I sometimes wondered if some of his breastmilk poops were diarrhea or his teething/drool poops were, but it is honestly unmistakable when it is the real deal.   The sweet boy handled it in stride as a put him, still dressed in his pajamas, in the bath tub to try and clean him.  He smiled and tried to find his bath toys.  My amazing husband who jumped out of bed to my distress calls and had the brains to bring a roll of paper towels.  I feel like I should also give credit to the lone blueberry that made it through.