First but definatly not the last!

As a new parent, I find that firsts take on a new meaning. First smile, first word, first step. Many of these firsts are wonderful, exciting, and sometimes scary. Sometimes, they are absolutely disgusting! Tonight was one of those firsts. Mel and I had finished desert, the kitchen was clean, and Jess was sleeping peacefully in her swing. She was awakened from her nap, and like so many of us, was none to happy to be awake. I don't know what babies dream about, but I love to see her smile when she is sleeping. But I digress. Mel got Jess up and decided to check for known causes of distress. Burp? Check. Hungry? Check. Diaper? Holy S*@t!!! I hear an agonized cry from Mel in the nursery, followed by, "You have got to see this." Houston we have a problem. Diapers by their design are supposed to be absorbent, however, they are not guaranteed. Jess had her first blow out, and I mean OUT! Let us be thankful for small things, the outfit was not a family heirloom, it was bath night anyway, and the swing is machine washable. Before you ask, no I did not take a picture. I'm sure all you parents out there, especially mine, are saying "You have no idea what you're in for" Followed quickly by "you did the same thing to me!" I'm not sure what the moral of this story is, maybe enjoy the firsts while you can. Or maybe, what goes around, comes around. I can't wait for the next first.