Too much of a good thing?

While we are still rejoicing about the long-awaited poop from 11 days ago, an incident today begs the question... can there be too much of a "good thing"? Disclaimer: I fully understand that in 14 years Ruby will hate me for posting this. This afternoon Ruby and I were settling down for a feeding when that dreaded sound came from her diaper. This was followed by another dreadful sound, and then a third. Knowing the potential disaster I was likely to uncover, I sprung to action and carried the now screaming Ruby (cuz who wouldn't be distraught under this condition?) swiftly to the changing pad to assess the damage. Folks, what we had here was a multi-wipe casualty that exploded beyond a well-placed diaper and through a onseie and a cute little outfit. We dealt by doing a complete body wipe-down for temporary relief so that we could get on with our feeding, since Ruby had nothing but food on her mind after she had a fresh dipe. We will be having a bath tonight, no doubt. Honestly, how can someone so small and cute produce such a catastrophic disaster? Ah, the joys of parenthood...