This morning Ashelyn was looking darling in a dress and leggings. She and Gid were playing with toys on the floor as I sat here browsing through my Google Reader. She crawled over and pulled herself up on the arm of the computer chair and started in with "maaa ma maaaa ma ma ma" so I reach down to pick her up for a good squeeze and my hand is unpleasantly met with the poop that exploded out the back of her diaper. How did I not smell that?!