The Laws of Physics

Chemistry ain't no strength of mine.

Physics? Not so much, either.

But I'm pretty certain that the Laws of Gravity were defied this morning about 20 minutes after my Baby Girl woke up for the day.

I'd hauled her from her crib into my bedroom in a weak moment of wishful thinking; hoping (hoping, hoping, hoping) that if she was next to Mama instead of in her crib, she'd sleep for just a few more minutes since she'd had a terrible night and kept me up for most of it.

So...I laid her in her Rock 'n Play that sits at an angle, and after a few minutes, I heard the explosion. I kind of laughed at the noise and let her be for another couple of minutes, as she tends to keep on going and if I respond immediately, I just end up changing a half-dozen diapers in quick succession. But I swear, I didn't leave her there longer than five minutes. So imagine my surprise when I picked her up, felt something wet, and saw this:

And this:

And this:

I had to throw her straight into the bath as I thought about just lighting a match and torching the PJs (White? Seriously? Did she have to be wearing white?).

At least three things were accomplished by this amazing feat. First, my sweet (but cranky!) Baby Girl got some relief. Second, I got a big chuckle on a morning when I desperately needed one in order to function on as little sleep as I got. And third, I got to scratch my head and really put on my thinking cap as I wondered how in the freaking world the poo could have gone where it did when it even had gravity working against it!!!