I never thought that there would be a time when I would rather Noah had a poo blow out than something else. Last night I awoke to Noah’s screaming, when I opened his door I was greeted with a horrific stench worse than any poo he has ever had. Noah had thrown up all over his crib and himself, luckily Mr. Monkey had missed the onslaught of the nights dinner and was still available for comfort. After a quick wipe down with baby wipes Erin rocked him back to sleep. I put the sheets and pajamas in the washer in climbed back into bed. As I lay there a fear crept over me, if it is this bad now I can not imagine what it will be like when he is older.