Noah has found a new favorite toy. Let me put this delicately. It is... attached to his body. (Got it? We keep it in his diaper, normally... okay, now you got it.) (Do you see where this is going?)
Yesterday morning, when I changed the first diaper of the day, I was still a bit sleepy (read: stupid) and didn't follow my usual pattern of getting a wipe wet & ready first.
I opened the diaper (which was poopy, of course) and ZOOM! his little hand shot to the Special Toy. Which, of course, was poopy. Suddenly wide awake, I grabbed his wrist to prevent further poop-spread, blocked his other hand with my arm, and grabbed for a wipe.
With a happy squeal (he does these happy squeals now... it's completely adorable, unless it somehow involves poop), he kicked his legs and plunged both of his feet into the diaper. By the time I had his hand wiped clean, he had kicked his legs up and spread poop all over his legs.
Why yes, we did take a bath that morning.