Attack From Below, No. 2

So if you've been reading this blog, you know that early on Xander tried his best to spray me when I was changing him one day.

Well, this time he decided that wasn't enough.

I was home for lunch on Friday and usually will change Xander then so Tracy has one less diaper to deal with on her own. Thursday night was one of Xander's best nights sleeping, and when I changed him around 5:30, his diaper was very wet, but not dirty. Tracy said it was the same thing when she had changed him later, so I knew this diaper was going to be a bad one.

The whole way in to his room, Xander was passing gas and smiling, knowing what he was about to do to me. We got his clothes off and that and when we opened the diaper, wow. I thought something exploded in there.

And he just smiled.

I grabbed another box of wipes because I knew the one I had wouldn't be doing the job. As I started to wipe Xander's bottom, he got The Smile.

Not just any smile, but The Smile. The one that every parent or person that has changed a diaper has seen.

The one that means he had one more shot to take before he was done.

And boy did he take it.

Luckily I had the wipe in my hand so it didn't go anywhere else, but it lasted for about 15 seconds straight.

I was a little shocked. Xander found it pleasing and didn't complain the rest of the diaper changing.

I'm just happy that it didn't go anywhere else cause that could have been bad.