Trinity sent me this recent Jump Start cartoon. The cartoon was almost eerie in how it perfectly illustrated how Michael must think of his daddy when it comes to diaper changes. We’ve given Michael different monikers — Captain Poopy Pants and Sir Pees A Lot are a couple. Its because, recently, Michael has been impressive in the explosiveness he’s been delivering in his diapers.

One incident was while Michael was sitting on daddy’s lap, getting bottle fed. We are in the habit of changing Michael before every feeding, so he was in a fresh diaper. Michael let out a wet fart, and all of a sudden my husband felt some moisture on his leg. After finishing the feeding, my husband checks Michael…..and finds the mess in his diaper somehow shot up his back. When my husband saw what he was dealing with, he called out, “D, I need an assist!” (I had used a need-sleep card.) We had to get rid of the diaper, change (and rinse out) the onesie, wipe down the baby’s behind and his back and clean up the changing table. It was a mess.

Then, there was this morning. (Have I mentioned these explosive diaper incidents all seem to happen in the early morning and only with my husband?) My husband was nearly done changing Michael when he let loose with the water spout. My husband thought he was cool because he caught it with the diaper, but urine had leaked out of the not-yet-fastened diaper, down Michael’s back and ….into his hair. I ended up putting some warm water in a basin and using a disposable baby cloth to give Michael an impromptu bath.

I don’t seem to run into as many diaper problems. I once got peed on, because I was so bleary-eyed I missed the telltale signs — a quiet baby and moisture on the baby’s penis. And I’ve had my share of onesie changes due to urine leakages. Oh, and at the mall, after a four-hour nap, Michael’s diaper had leaked poop in the cute outfit he had worn to church. But, last night, as I changed Michael at about 4 a.m., I had to work hard to avoid his eyes, but when he did catch my eye, he was smiling and laughing at me.

Silly boy.