Baby St. Helens

Little Eleanor is a bit of a night owl. So I was terribly pleased last night when she was asleep before midnight. And even more pleased when she slept in quite late. I won't tell you just how late as it probably reflects poorly on me as a mom. She awoke only once and for a very short time to eat. I thought "Woo hoo!", but sadly everything has it's price. In the morning I changed a very, very wet diaper. I then fed a super-extra hungry Eleanor and halfway through I got to change a massive blow out. We are talking epic proportions here. Like she must have hired a special effects team to pull it off. After I got her outfit changed and cleaned up, she ate some more. That's when I went to burp her I got explosion number two. Only this time from her top end. She soaked my entire left side, most of her, the bed, the feather mattress topper, three of the four pillows on the bed and some of the floor. I didn't know which fire to put out first. I started peeling everything off everyone and everything. Before I got a chance to get our baths ready I see this. The worlds happiest and calmest little girl acting like nothing ever happened. Is there anything sweeter than a naked baby? Only an oblivious, naked baby.