Worst.
Poo.
Ever.

EVER.

We've been lucky not to have had any poo accidents like we did when she was little. Because the consistency of the poo was similar to ketchup, it would shoot up the back of her butt and out the top of the diaper. It also didn't help that she would use all her might to force it out.

Until today.

I didn't hear any grunting or the usual toot. Instead, she got whiny, which I thought meant she had peed. As soon as I opened the diaper--and for some reason, there was no smell--I was horrified. Everywhere, all over, front to back. It had even oozed out the leg hole. Cleanup required a bath.

Ugh, what a way to celebrate twenty-four weeks of life.