The fine art of infant massage

If you read my post from Sunday, you'll remember me telling you that on Saturday we hosted an infant massage class.  Well tonight my Papa used the techniques he learned in this class and gave me a fabulous massage.  I was relaxed, cooing and loving every minute of his big almond oily hands squeezing my little poulkies.  Following my in home spa treatment, Mom fed me dinner.  I had a lovely meal (think I tasted some Ramen soup from Mom's lunch) and then had a nice burp.  I sat on Mom's lap watching Canada annihilate the Germans.  I was fixated on the TV.  I love hockey.  I love watching Canada WIN!  As I sat there quietly, I started to tighten up and squeeze.  eeeeeeee.  eeeeeeee.  I turned bright red, started to sweat and let it rip.  This was it folks - the poo that took the cake.  The biggest to date!  Mom gave me a few minutes to finish but the smell got out of hand and she couldn't wait any longer.  We had to hit the change table.  Papa had to help.  It was a 2 man job.  It was everywhere.  Mom had to throw out the pajamas that I was wearing because it went all up my back and soiled them beyond repair.  Needless to say, once Mom cleaned me up and put me into my cozy CK jammies (compliment of Aunt Doobles and co.) I felt fantastic and went down for my usual 10 hour sleep.

I'd like to give a special shout out to Laura Lacey for teaching my parents the fine art of infant massage.  I've never felt better Laura!  Thank you.