Then my Mom, wonderful as she is, came over. She held Wes and got him to sleep while I took a shower. Then she cleaned our kitchen, bathroom, and even vacuumed. When the little man got up we gave him a bath and got all the gross out of his hair. He smelled good. I smelled good. Even the house smelled good.
Literally 5 minutes after she left I was holding Mr. Wes on the couch and he exploded, emptying the (surprisingly large) contents of his stomach. He covered himself and tagged the couch, but the bulk of it landed on me.
And now I am quite confident I am going to spend the next few years smelling like poo and rancid milk.