Josh's poo is like a ticking time bomb.

It used to come everyday- in massive quantities. We used to wait for the sound. It was very distinctive from his usual farts. This sound has substance. We used to make a casual announcement about it. "Ok, it's here! I need help."

Now, for some reason, the poo comes every few days. I don't know if it will hit Sunday, Wednesday, while grocery shopping, at church, in the car, in the middle of the night, during dinner, while strolling the neighborhood, it could happen any moment now!

These days, when it does come, we avoid wasting all the baby wipes and go straight for the bath. Well, we have to wipe some, yes, but then it's straight to the bath. I've gotten good about keeping it off the change table (and walls) and just moving the whole changing pad, with baby on it, to the bathroom. Oh, and when his diaper is off, he is just as happy as can be, as if to say, "Thank God you took that off!"

I've gotten smarter to the mechanics of his pooing too. It doesn't just come out in one mountainous movement. It's several movements spaced out by half a minute or so. You can see him pushing to get the last of it out. I got pooed on once (on the hand) not realizing he was still working. Now we let him wait a little bit until we think the coast is clear. For the non-parents, infant poo is not solid. It's not pleasant in any way. This stinky, runny, dark mustard colored stuff has the ability to escape diapers, leap from tall structures, and stain anything in its path. It is a destructive force not to be reckon with. Hence, the swift and thorough removal.

Bath time, let me assure you, is Josh's favorite time. He loves to splash his legs, slap his arms, and stick out his tongue. Sometimes he even likes to pee! It's getting out that upsets him. I tell him that he will always hate getting out of the bath- for the rest of his life. That doesn't seem to help him feel any better. But at least he smells better and I know he's safe from poo for a few days.