I don't know what it is with me and babies. I must be very comfortable, very unlucky, or I emit some form of Ex-Lax from my skin. I was holding Jenessa on Sunday (adorable little peanut), and after finally waking up, she screwed up her face, turned red, and made grunting noises. All very common symtoms of bowel movements. The girl made a complete mess of herself. Her grandma cleaned her up - I couldn't believe I didn't get any on me. It was all down her leg, up her back...gross me out.

The thing is, Calvin used to do that to me, too. Once, he did manage to get it soaked through his clothes into mine. Leah says that now he that he is five, he would enjoy that story very much.

I think that it just must be poor timing, because at that age, babies pretty much poop all the time, but it's starting to become a family joke.