It caught me unawares. I didn't realize he was due a poop any time soon. But he apparently was. And wow. I was practically cleaning it off all 4 walls. I was elbow deep in cheese sauce heaven. It was on his legs and feet, up his back, all over the bed. And it had pooled in his diaper, I named it loch poopy and you probably could have gone fishing in it. That was a lot of poop.
When I finally cleaned him up, I picked him up and he let out a roaring loud burp and I just thought, "he's such a boy. He'd make his daddy proud".
And now he's completely zonked out, sleeping on my chest. He's exhausted from all that work.