Perils of an Undiapered Baby Boy

I had a fabulous night's sleep. Especially as compared to the previous night where Lincoln woke up at a quarter to 3, a quarter past 3, 4, 5, 6...and then proceeded to not nap during the day. Last night, he went to bed at 7:30, I fed him at 10:40 and didn't hear from him until 4. He woke up this morning at around 6:30 and babbled to himself for about 15 minutes when he sounded the cry that he was ready to get up. Eric picked him up and we spent a bit of time together on the sofa. I mentioned he was wet and Eric kindly volunteered to change him. Shortly thereafter, I heard a panicked shriek from Eric and a consequent frightened wail from a startled baby. There is something about exposure to the air that compels a baby boy to void his bladder as forcefully as is possible. Eric got to experience this joy firsthand. Just wait until he gets hit by the projectile poo. Needless to say I had a good laugh, especially when I found Eric had laid the fresh diaper down backwards.