What a poop-tastrophe!

Two in a row, that is.

The wide-eyed culprit. 

Let's start with yesterday. Dan, Peyton and I drove up to Ogden to meet up with a couple of Dan's mission buddies: Visa and Staheli. Visa is in town from Finland for his brother's wedding and is staying with Staheli and his wife. Since Visa is from Finland, Dan hasn't seen him since the mission, so we wanted to meet up with him. Other than Peyton crying for the last two hours we were there (but not the car rides, thank goodness!), the trip went super well.

Left-to-right: Visa, Daniel, me, Peyton

Left-to-right: Staheli, Visa, Daniel

Then came the last 30 minutes of the car ride home. Peyton pooped an audible poop. Dan and I weighed the traffic and the sound of Peyton's defecation and decided we could make it home. Bad choice. Peyton waved his arms in the air and I caught a glimpse of yellow under his armpit. Then he started fussing (who wouldn't with a gallon of poo up his or her back?). It was the worst blowout to-date. All the way up his back, all the way down his legs. I kindly asked Peyton to abandon his every-other-day routine and go with 2-3 per day in smaller proportions.

He did not listen.

Today, Daniel and I took Peyton to The Home Depot to buy some moving boxes -- side note, we are moving in three weeks, crazy!! -- so I could start packing up some of our less-used items around the apartment. During the car ride there, I hear Peyton's unmistakable pooping sounds, followed by the unmistakable yellow sight.

Needless to say, it was just as bad as yesterday's ... except for we were stranded at The Home Depot without a change of clothes. Dan and I got poop all over our hands. Peyton had it in his hair, on his arms, hands, legs, toes, face ... seriously, it was a poop-tastrophe.

There's another issue that arose:

Pictured above is Peyton's new favorite thing to do -- suck his hands. But you see, Peyton had poop on his hands. So did daddy and mommy. As we tried to juggle his poopy clothes, clean him up and keep poop off the car interior, Peyton's poopy hands moved toward his [less poopy] face. It was a narrow escape. I freaked out. I don't think he ingested any.

Though I was freaking out the whole time, I thought it was quite funny. And honestly, I'm grateful he poops. It'd be worse if he didn't.