Aftershocks! From The Poop Diaries

Elise and I went to visit our friend Meghan today.  We were hanging out and chatting in her living room when out of nowhere we heard it.  A sound that I am quite familiar with, one however, that left Meghan speechless.  The sound of another poosplosion.  Elise took the loudest, hugest poop she could muster while sitting contently in her car seat.  My immediate reaction was to first laugh and then quickly jump up and make sure the disaster was contained in the diaper and not all over Elise, her clothes, or her car seat because that's been her MO lately.  Luckily we were in the clear.  Meghan does not spend much time with babies and was horrified to say the least.  I waited a few minutes to change her in case she wasn't done, because any accidents during a diaper change might make our dear friend puke.  She even said she might have to leave the room, while I was changing her.  Meghan referred to those post-poop moments as "aftershocks."  I guess the car seat vibrated a little bit like an earthquake.  Yes, folks.  It was that intense.

I laid the changing pad down on the floor and got to work on getting Elise cleaned up.  I went through wipe after wipe after wipe, all the while hearing "nope, never having one of those" from behind me.  I got Elise cleaned up, the dirty diaper wrapped up, and looked at Meghan.  All I saw was her eyes peering over the top of a pillow she had pulled up to her face.  I guess that counts her out on babysitting.