Wild blow-out

Werner worked from home this morning. Lately, Jakob seems to be fussiest in the morning, and so we were taking turns carrying him about. He seemed overly warm, too, so I took off his sleeper, leaving him in just a diaper shirt which was sufficient for cuddling.

I was downstairs, Werner was upstairs with Jakob, when I heard, "Sweetie, could you come here please? Now?!" Undeniably urgent tone.

Jakob's worst blow-out yet.

The diaper shirt was clearly not enough to contain the mess, which ended up on Werner, the Baby Bjorn, and, inexplicably, Jakob's elbow.

Ick.