If I hadn’t been fully initiated into being a daddy before, I am now. A couple of minutes ago, while giving Grant a bottle I was pooped on AND spit up on.

He had one of the famous “blowouts” that parents of newborns talk about. You know, a poopy that refuses to be held back by a diaper. Luckily, I think my shirt soaked most of it up before it made it to the furniture.

And then, while burping him after the second half of his bottle, I heard a juicy burp and then felt wetness on my neck. So Grant nailed me twice.

And strangely enough, I am quite excited about this. Who knew that being pooped and puked on could bring so much joy?! If only he had peed on me too, I could have experienced the trifecta. Maybe Grant is saving that for a special occasion.

Update – I have just been informed that the blowout was caused by a faulty diaper job. Apparently whoever changed his diaper last didn’t get it quite tight enough around the legs this time. Ok, who am I fooling….it was ME! Oops!