The six month birthday blow-out

Ugh. Just when I think I've seen the worst blow-out ever, Jakob manages one even worse. Is this what it means when one says children are full of surprises?

This morning, still in his sleeper, perched in his high chair, Jakob pooped. This I didn't hear, and unfortunately didn't smell in time either.

When I brought him upstairs to dress him for the day, I found poop squished all the way down the leg of his sleeper, right to his foot. He was coated in it. Downstairs again, I spotted the characteristic mustard-yellow patch on the brand-new cushion on the brand-new high chair.

Breaking it in, I guess.