Don't let it fool you.
I had one of those baptism by fire moments tonight. While eating her dinner, Lucy filled her pants. When I took her downstairs to change her I realized that she had blown poop all the way up her back and down her legs. The problem was after setting her down, there was now poop all over the changing table and there was no way to get her onesie off without getting poop all over the rest of her. After taking her onesie off, she had poop all over her back, down both legs, covering her arms, and in her hair. To make matters worse she kicked her legs down on the poopy diaper, and got poop on both her feet. What to do? I couldn't remove her from the poopy changing table and set her on the bed all covered in poop. So I began the wipedown of the century, all the while trying to keep Lucy from putting her poopy feet in her mouth (quite the feat!). After getting her sufficiently wiped down, I carried my naked baby like a football while running bath water (and while trying to keep her from sucking on my very bacteria-ridden hands). Five minutes later I had a squeaky clean baby. I have to admit I was very proud of myself. I managed to laugh throughout this entire ordeal. Oh the joys of motherhood!!