This morning zeb ate all of the leftover potato soup that was intended for MY lunch. Luckily I love him. Shortly after the feeding he urped carrots up all over my sweater. boo. So I put on my sweatshirt. After his nap we decided to read his favorite books ("that's not my monster" and "feely bugs") when I smelled a rancid smell. He was sitting on my lap so I picked him up to check his diaper. No need to take a peek inside. He had diarrhea. and he had it on ME. yep, that's right, he pooed on me. I changed him (only his diaper needed changing. somehow he got his excrement on me but not on any of his own clothing) and put my sweatshirt in the wash. We continued to read and he got bored so we decided to play. I will take partial fault for this next occurrence. After much thought on his diarrhea and vomit from this morning, I deducted that he was probably getting a tooth. The only way I can get him to open his mouth long enough to check for teeth is by hanging him upside down. I did this and found a swollen gum. He is indeed getting tooth number seven. I repositioned him right side up and brought him close to my face to see if I could get a better look from another angle. The picture should explain exactly what happened. Zeb could not figure out what I had all over my face. Luckily he eats solids now so the urp kinda stuck. It wasn't running into my mouth or nose all that much (which is also why I had the time to take two pictures). He thought it was hilarious.