The Horrific Has Happened

Today I googled, "what happens when your baby eats poop?"

Because...

Well, I think he did.

(At least it was his own poop?)

This morning, as soon as I pulled down Finn's diaper to change him, he peed. All over his pajamas and onto the sheet on his crib. No biggie. It happens. I figured, "Well, the sheet is already wet, might as well let him get a little air down there for a while." So I left him diaper-less in his crib.

I left his nursery to go to the bathroom myself.

And then, the unthinkable happened.

I heard him squealing and having tons of fun in his room, so I went in to watch him play after I went to the bathroom.

Imagine my horror when I stuck my head through his bedroom door and saw...

POOP.

Finn had rolled over onto his stomach, so all I saw was two little smeared turds on the white sheet, and Finn's smiling face covered in poop. Covered. Hands, feet, back, legs -- covered. One or two little turds go a long way.

Yep, that's right. I'm ready for my Good Parenting Badge now. Thanks.

(There are no photos to accompany this post, and for my son's sake, even if there were, I would not post them on the internet for all of his progeny to witness in the future.)