Triple Fake Out

I've begun learning my daughter's subtle signals.  If I'm changing her diaper and she's not at least a little frustrated, something's up.

This evening when I was changing her she was perfectly calm.  I knew this was a sign.  I unlatched her diaper and waited.  Fifteen seconds later she made another poopy.  I felt pretty good about myself.  I saw the signal and I didn't waste another diaper.

I wiped her up and started getting another diaper ready.  BOOM!  Another poo.  All over daddy, the new diaper and the changing station.  It was a gassy horrific mess.

For the grand finale she peed on me.