M had just put Carina on the bed to unswaddle her so he could change her diaper when I heard the loudest fart I've ever heard in my life.
"Nice, babe" I said to M.
He turned to me, clearly surprised, and retorted, "that wasn't me!"
So we looked down at our sweet little peanut in horror. M reluctantly continued unswaddling her and was greeted with mustardy yellow baby poop, all over part of the swaddle blanket.
The fart wasn't just a fart. It was accompanied by a poop-splosion. Carina pooped through her diaper, her footy sleeper, the swaddle blanket, the quilt my Grandma had hand-made me, and our comforter underneath.
How is it possible for such a tiny little person to poop through 5 layers??