Back Pressure

On Sundays Meagan and I tend to dress Asher up so that he is looking dapper for church, as we've shown with a few pictures in the past.  Today he was looking good as usual, with a striped onesie shirt, some cute little overalls, and his little black shoes (the ones from grandma Anderson, as he's already grown out of the ones from grandma Dobbs).  Asher is sleeping peacefully through church in my arms, and then stirs awake.  Normally when he stirs awake he is wanting to eat, but today he was quiet and peaceful so he just hung out.  Suddenly I hear a bit of grunting, followed by the explosive, squirty fart sound of Asher filling his pants.  Other members of the congregation (within a 15 foot radius or so) look over, smile, chuckle, etc.  I'm laughing as quietly as possible, and my buddy Justin leans forward from behind and says "can you keep it down up there?".  I recover and continue listening to the sermon.  Asher is still peacefully hanging out, so we're good, but I can see a look in his eye that says he's not done.  (the slightly red, rimmed with water kind of look).  Sure enough a couple minues later, an even louder squirty fart erupts.  The same people are looking over and chuckling, I'm crying with silent laughter, but Asher is feelin good.  After another couple minutes he starts looking hungry too, so we figure it is time for Meagan to step out and take care of everything at once.  She takes him from me, and shows the huge wet spot up the middle of his back, where the poopiness had soaked through his DENIM overalls!  I later found out from Meagan that his onesie was just filled with poo.  So we finished church in a spare pair of pajamas, and Meagan is currently laundering the soiled clothes in the hopes that this particular onesie won't be stained after just one wear.  Alas, we have no pictures of his cute outfit today, but we exchanged it for a good story.  I'll take it.

#Eric