A Fine Mess

Yesterday, Ella had a diaper blowout of catastrophic proportions. Soon after Mom got home from work, Ella was in her bouncy seat waiting to eat. Those dinner plans had to be put on hold, though, as an emergency bath (Ella's 2nd in 4 hours) had to be ordered up. Caught in the wake of this blowout was not only every thread of Ella's clothes, but also the bouncy seat itself as well as the kitchen floor (yes, it did . . .). The diaper itself caused Amber to experience the trainwreck mentality: not only could she not believe her eyes at the carnage in front of her, but she summoned me into Ella's room to share in the experience as well. Upon investigation, it was determined that operator error, rather than a faulty diaper, was likely to blame.

Yesterday's story wasn't going to be a story until today happened; now, it provides context. Once again, soon after Mom got home, Ella had to go. The difference, though, is that this time, she was sitting on Dad's lap instead of the now-washed bouncy seat. Sparing you the gory imagery of the crime scene itself, I give you a pictoral essay of the aftermath:


Ella's 3rd bath in 30 hours


Ella's and Dad's clothes soaking in OxiClean


Ready for more . . .
Once again, the wreckage seems to indicate operator error, but given the sequence of events, I suspect user sabatoge.