
Mom was pretty tired this morning (it was 2am), so Dad volunteered to take the late-night feeding. Little did he know what he was in for...

While I was finishing my bottle, my diaper filled up with that Dad calls a "stinky" - hey, it was late, I just finished eating, what are ya gonna do? So as dad was changing me, I accidentally stuck my foot right into the poop, and then kicked and wiped it on Dad's shirt. Ooops! Hey, it was an accident! C'mon, I'm way too cute to be mad at me!

So Dad kept going, and as he was sliding my new diaper under my bum, what came out but another stinky - only this time, onto Dad's hand. I thought he'd be upset, but he just started laughing and trying to wipe it off on a wet wipe. I thought this was so funny, that as he pulled the now-dirty diaper back out, I let go with a third one, this time right on the changing table.

So as Dad was trying to clean the changing table, Mom came in, wondering why he was laughing and talking to me. And wouldn't you know it, just as he was leaning down to get me another clean diaper, the cold air hit my pee-pee just right, and I hosed down his leg! Three poops and a pee, all on Dad - and by this point, I was kind of a mess, too. So Dad stripped us both down, and took me into the bath with him to clean us both up. Wow - a bath with dad at 2:30 in the morning - what fun!

After we got out, Mom dressed me in some clean PJs, and Dad rocked me back to sleep. What a night!