Brought to you in part by: Odessa! The five month old pooper! (You see where this is going.)
Her moment: After fussing through her dinner (we've just started solids), I pick her up and put her on my hip, outward facing. I walk around for a few minutes, then look down and see brown stuff down my shirt. At first, I thought she had spit up some of her dinner. But then I realize she has the same brown stuff on her back. Then it hits me. Oh poop!!!! Yup it was all over. All over her, and all over me! EWWWWWWWW!!