Fatherhood, part deux

People seem to have enjoyed the older posting about Zane's rectal dexterity and the daiper bag (which was never quite the same afterwards). The second installment in the ongoing series, "Zane shits on Gus" happened this morning, only this time, Dianna was there to witness the deluge, and fall helplessly onto the ground in laughter.

Zane and I woke up this morning, and decided it would be a good idea if the boys made Dianna breakfast. Shirred Eggs, blackberries, graprefruit, bananas, avocado, toasted oatnut, tangerine juice and a side of stiff sumatra (I just wrote all of that so you could get the Shirred Egg recipe link. It's freakin' delicious).

Dianna gets up to prep for the feeding of the Zane (which we calculated she spends ~8 hours a day doing). Zane and I, still attached, are in the process of moving dishes into the sink. Zane, perhaps anticipating being fed, decided it would be best to evacuate his bowels to make some more room.

Now, in contrast to the regular, 6 to 8 times a day gastrocolic reflex pattern of the first month, the crapping schedule he favors lately is much more efficient:

One mother-of-all-shits, once a day.

Despite the remarkable advances in diaper technology since I was a kid, it has to be said that Pampers simply weren't designed for this shit. Out the seams of both legs, onto me, onto him, onto the floor.

The thumbnail picture spares you the graphic detail. Click the picture if you wish to be horrified.

Zane's ass strikes again.