I have a special place in my heart for this little guy, despite the fact that he loves to poop whenever I hold him. Not just any kind of pooping, mind you. The full throttle, jets blasting, no holds barred kind of pooping that no diaper can keep under control. I like to think it's because he loves being held by me so much. And honestly, who wouldn't love that? Oh Karsten, with your big baby blues... I love you.