Did I mention that this adorable little person pooped on me at church? There he was, sitting in my lap, pooping away, and foolish me I was all proud and encouraging. "You're doing some good pooping Colin! Keep it up! That's right. Push! Oh, Good job!" when I happened to lift up the blanket and saw that the poop had ejected strait out the leg hole and deposited itself all over my skirt. It certainly livened up Relief Society for me, I can tell you that.
