As of yesterday, Toby has taken to grunting and grabbing his ankles as he is getting his diaper changed. While this indicates that he’s one step closer to his dream of becoming a circus contortionist, I can't help but worry about the dangerous territory he has now entered. One of my greatest fears before becoming a father was, obviously, projectile poop. With his new body position, one can easily imagine the distance his poop could travel. I fear that it’ll be only a matter of time before we write about this again. Needless to say, I’ve removed the family photos and toothbrushes from that end of the changing table.
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Wow Jon, you really know how to paint a beautiful picture with words. As little Timmy would say, "God bless us, everyone."
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