Poop Picasso...

So I went to grab the little gaffer this morning and was greeted with this.....

Nope, thats not chocolate on his face.

And it was not isolated to his facial region. It was EVERYWHERE! Well, no, thats a lie. IT was not in 2 key places. His diaper, which was sitting, pristine, beside him and his bum, which was clean as a whistle.

Needless to say, he was happy because he got to do his favorite activity first thing in the morning, BATH!

I, on the other hand, was left with a waste warzone to clean up. Vinegar and water for the crib and mattress....a good soak for his Pjs, sheets and blankets. A long boil for his paci, bottle and toys.

And to top it off, the little stinker said "momma" for the first time, or maybe I just wanted it to be momma to mask over my delight at his poop art.

I love my baby. I love my baby. I love my baby.

Honestly, its impossible to be mad about since he was so damn proud of himself and met me with the BIGGEST BRIGHTEST SMILE:)

I really do love my baby.

The poop I could do without.

Edit: Concerns.....Pink Eye or other infections resulting from his poop face?? Eep.
And How did he get out of his diaper? the tabs stayed together but came apart from the front strip of velcro. does this happen often....does the front get too heavy? are my rises not set right? is my child really just that talented that he figured it out??