This morning, The Boy woke at 5:15 and asked for a new diaper. I told him to go back to sleep, until the smell hit my nostrils... he had had a major poo explosion which shot out the sides of his diaper, leaving him in a puddle of poopy. This necessitated a major-league cleanup effort, including a new sheet, new pajamas, etc.
This could have been worse... we had borrowed several of the thick hospital throws that they use to protect the beds, and The Boy always sleeps on one. So, while there was a significant amount of cleanup, most of it revolved around cleaning him (bath time at 5:30! Screaming that woke his younger brother, who also had a major poopy!) and not having to clean the bed and mattress. Thank G-d for hospital-grade linens.
He's had a bit of diarrhea for a couple of days. Immediately before bed, he took himself to the potty and got rid of lots of poo. It seems that every day, pretty much, he's using the potty. Once of twice during the day for the past several days, we've found pee in the potty. It's not mine, it's not Mommy's, and it's probably not Grandma's, so he definitely understands the whole concept.
Time to play.