My Fiasco

How does a simple nap-time turn into this??

Three words: Blow out fiasco.

Ever since our temple trip, Everett has been sleeping poorly. So, I put him down for a nap and he cried and cried. I went to get him and he was poopy. Of course, I didn't know the extent of the damage until after I laid him straight on the carpet. I drug the poopy shirt over his head, held him out in front and ran him to the bath. It was cold, so I sat him up, but he's still not terribly proficient at that, so he fell, I dropped the shower head trying to catch him and...well, it was basically one derailment after another. I got the water in the face at least twice and was very frustrated by the end. Good times. Thankfully Chad thought to get the camera to lighten the mood.