Fussy Part 2

I win this time, right? 

It was Sunday morning. I had been in a half-sleep daze since about 4:30. After Nathan left for church, I didn't think that I went back to sleep. But apparently I did because when I looked at the alarm clock, it was 9:18. I'm supposed to be at church at 9:30. 

So I jump out of bed, only to have to slow down again because Josiah needed to nurse. And I as sat nursing, contemplating the fastest way to get us both to church, he pooped. And I felt wet. But it was not until I got up that I understood the full extent of that wet feeling.  

And we still got to church by 10:00. 

I suppose it might have been sooner if I had not stopped to take a picture. But the picture was very necessary. 

P.S. I promise that my kid does not always poop through his diapers. He's in the right diaper size and I think I diaper him pretty tight. But based on the effort that he sometimes puts into pooping, I'd like to think that no diaper would hold it in!