Paying the piper

After my day of exercising my sluggish brain, I'm home alone with Jakob for a bit while Werner is swimming.

Ugh.

Breastmilk has healing properties, right? Because while I was feeding Jakob, he coughed (poor boy is still trying to shake his first-ever cold) and sprayed cereal right into my eye.

And, as he often does, he pooped while I was feeding him. He was feeling warm earlier, so I had stripped him down to a onesie. Which, according to Murphy's Law, then absolutely had to leak.

Ah, Werner just got home. Maybe I can hand the poopy laundry over to him?