It's a good thing he's cute.

Oy!  What. A. Day.

This morning I was feeding Owen in our bed before we got up to start the day. He had a major poop explosion... in our bed. (Remember how we just had our mattress replaced less than a month ago?)

I carried Owen over to his Pack-n-Play/changing table to clean him up. When I flipped him over to clean the poop off his back, he puked into his crib. And not just onto the sheet-covered mattress, but also into the mesh siding of the Pack-n-Play. That's super-easy to clean.

Time to call for back-up. Josh took a clean but naked Owen over to the bed while I began cleaning the mess. Before Josh could get a diaper on him, Owen released his (apparently) very full bladder onto our bed.

We went onto have a nice day.  I, of course, did laundry. We went out for a walk and saw lots of cute little Trick-or-Treaters.

This evening I prepared a bedtime bath for Owen. As soon as I put him in the water, he gave me some strong indications that he was about to poop. (I've learned from experience!) Josh ran over with a diaper, and we got Owen out of the kitchen sink and into a diaper as quickly as possible. Success!!

We wrapped Owen in a towel and gave him a few minutes to take care of business. During that time, he puked onto his towel and pooped out of his diaper.  As I was taking the ineffective diaper off to {finally} bathe him, he peed on our ottoman, living room rug, and his father's leg.

Owen is now sleeping soundly. Josh is taking his second shower today. I am so tired, but so glad that this constitutes a "bad day" for me. So many in this city had truly bad days today. I am blessed!