Warning: If you're considering having kids soon, maybe don't read this post until AFTER you're pregnant or have already had the baby and there's no way to turn back or change your mind because I don't want that responsibility on my shoulders just because my son takes off his diaper during naptime and smears feces all over himself and the contents of his crib....
He was screaming, "Camera! Camera! Cheeeeeeese! Camera!" and I'm thinking, "Sure, just hold out one of those hands covered in your own crap and take my camera. Here you go..."
So then later that same day Lennon got into some Easter candy and we found him looking like this...similar look but not as gross. At all.
In these pictures, Tod begs the question, "Lennon, which one tasted better...your own poo or the chocolate?" (Good question, Dad) Every single time we got the same answer: "Poo."
Which leads me to one last story before I attempt to sleep tonight: Last night I put Lennon down for bed and told him, "I love you, Lennon," to which he replied, "I love you....Holllllllllllllllllllly!" He started laughing so hard at his own joke that I was laughing, too. So then I said as I was walking out, "Okay, see ya Lennon," to which he replied, "See ya....sucker!" I closed the door and could still hear him giggling as I walked downstairs.