This morning Jim was feeding Eliza when his buddy called asking questions about work. I took Eliza from him so he wouldn't have to juggle her in his lap with one hand on the bottle and the other on the phone. Two seconds after I got her in my lap, she had a massive diaper blowout. A warm stream of brown liquid ran down my shirt and formed a small pool on my jeans. I had to yell at Jim to get off the phone and help me before it over flowed onto the couch. Disgusting!! Lets just say Jim owes me BIG time. I may not have taken a bullet, but I took being blasted with "baby boo" for him. I have a sneaking suspicion that there will be more of these moments in my future.
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