R had his 2 month appointment with the doc today. I timed everything perfectly, from my shower to feeding him to taking the dogs out. However, I failed to leave enough time to get shat upon by an explosive baby, a time bomb if you will. It was really as if he weren't wearing a diaper at all, because when I went to clean him up, he diaper was almost completely empty. I guess this is cosmic payback for laughing at Keith when a seagull pooped on his neck in Galveston...He says I am officially a mommy now.