Fun Surprises

  When Henry was 2 weeks old (last Friday),  Jeff was watching him while I got some sleep. Since Jeff has had paternity leave on Thursdays and Fridays during the month of August, he's been taking Henry on those early mornings so I can get more sleep than I normally get.
  So last Friday Jeff is just hanging out in his underwear on the couch, holding Henry, and feels something wet on his leg. He naturally assumes that it's pee, so he doesn't feel too alarmed. He stands up to get a new diaper for Henry and sees that it wasn't pee, but poop. A liquid river of poop that isn't stopping! Jeff picks Henry up under his neck, grabs his feet, and takes him to his crib as quickly as he can. He's scrambling to get the wipes out of the container, but they just won't come, so he's throwing the plastic container around like crazy. I hear the struggle with the wipes going on through the monitor while I'm trying to sleep in our bedroom. It's loud and keeps me awake, so naturally I turn it off. Right after I turn it off, Jeff starts speaking into it (somewhat loudly), asking me to hurry in and help him. I obviously don't hear him, which only makes the situation more frustrating and desperate for Jeff. Almost in a panic, he takes off his poop-covered clothes, throws them in the washer, runs into our bedroom (completely naked), and says "I NEED YOUR HELP!"
  I jumped  right out of bed, threw my hair up in a bun, and we got the situation sorted out. Jeff started calling the situation "Poopocalypse." Jeff also had the misfortune of being thrown up on an hour after he had cleaned himself up and changed his clothes! So far, it has been the biggest poop drama we've experienced and we've just had to laugh about it.
  Well yesterday, Henry decided to celebrate the one-week anniversary of "Poopocalypse" by vomiting all over me and creating "Pukepocalypse."  I've never seen that much puke come out of a baby before. He threw up like a full-grown man! And of course, it had to happen right after I had gotten out of the shower and changed into an actual outfit. I mostly just wear a pair of Jeff's basketball shorts and a t-shirt all day, every day, but of course as soon as I put on a cute dress he pukes all over me. This time, though, I managed to get a picture. Even though it's a pretty good picture, it doesn't completely capture just how much vomit there really was.

  I ended up having to throw everything I was wearing in the washer. You'll notice that my hair is wet, which shows you just how recently I had gotten out of the shower. Just rotten luck all around.
  It's alright though, because even though stuff like "Poopocalypse" and "Pukepocalypse" happens on a somewhat infrequent basis, stuff like this...

....happens much more often.