Remember when I thought that one day with the blowout might have been the worst poop-ness. Nope, I was wrong.
Today at church during coffee hour, while being held by Betty, Henry pooped so much that he pooped through his diaper and his clothes. I was so afraid that he ruined Betty's beautiful Van Gogh sweater, but he didn't. Thank God.
I am just trying to figure out when in the service I can go back into the bride's room to nurse him so that we can stay for coffee hour more often. I don't want to miss Joey's sermons!
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