I'm getting used to being strapped in my car seat. I've probably spent more time in it lately than my rocking chair.
I don't know if it was a case of relaxing too much, or 'when you need to go, you need to go', but I went. In a spectacular way.
No need for 'what's that smell' bum checks, we got a visual on this one, starting with a pooey car seat. That means a pooey jumpsuit, singlet and nappy too.
Mum cleaned me up and we got on with the business of having a nice day. Until we jumped in the car to visit Nana. As we were driving along dad heard noises coming from the backseat. A couple of grunts and the sound of a gurgling coffee perculator. We don't have a coffee perculator in the backseat.
At least this one didn't leak. We got to Nana's and I got a nice big cuddle. After a hasty nappy change.
Not one to let my butt have all the glory, I finished up today with a big wee. Wet nappy, wet singlet, wet jumsuit, wet grobag, and probably a wet sheet too. As we speak, I'm freshly changed into my fouth outfit of the day, having a nice relaxing bonus early breakfast.
PS I just spewed.