that's right. I said it three times in one post.

I just changed my shirt.

I just changed my shirt because I carried Max across the house when he was naked only to find a pile of poop on his bedroom floor.

Gross.

On a not-so-gross note - Check out these awesome pants I made for him from one of my old long sleeved (poop-free) John Birch Society t-shirts:

So see? I'm not a total liberal.

And baby pants made of long sleeves are adorable.

Here's hoping I can go the rest of the day without getting pooped on.