I've been tagged... but not in the way you're probably thinking. I was holding Zeke and reading my friends blog post about her little girl having a poo explosion and couldn't help but laugh because I could recall all the times it happened to me. I was like, "yah, that hasn't happened in a long time. I don't miss those days." No sooner had I finished that thought and stood up I quickly realized that my luck had run out.... suck! This isn't exactly what I expected to look down and see.
I was trying to manuever him out of his outfit (it was brand new and the first time worn) without getting it everywhere but of course it only made matters worse. It was all up and down my leg and all over my clothes, all over his back. Oh Mr. Zeke, why must you be so mean to your mommy?

