Pooped at Work and Being Carried

Today was my second day of work, and although I haven't had students yet, I'm POOPED.  Speaking of pooped, I was pooped quite literally today.  I was changing BJ's diaper in unfamiliar diaper-changing-territory:  My Classroom.  The desks are a little taller than what I'm used to, and as I was pulling his legs up to get the diaper out, I miscalculated and the diaper landed square on my shirt!!!  

Now, this wouldn't have been so bad if I was the only one in the room, but of course I had to do this in front of my co-worker... How embarrassing.  The only thing I could do was laugh about it... HJ sure laughed at me when I told him. :-/  (At this point, if you are wondering if I had an extra shirt, yes I did.)
So anyway, work hasn't been too bad, and BJ helped me grade papers today! Okay, that's a white lie, but maybe one day he'll be able to come help his mommy in the classroom.  In the mean time, we spent the day hanging out with all sorts of people.  He needs to start sucking up to his future teachers now, hehehe.  
What I'm thankful for is that BJ is willing to be carried by anyone.  Many people have made comments to me that not all babies like to be carried by others.  From when BJ was born, HJ and I made a conscious effort to let others carry him because we didn't want him to get completely attached to us.  I think it's paying off, and I am so happy about that.  It's not that I don't enjoy carrying my son, because the times that I do carry him are my favorite time of the day.  I just don't want others to feel they are disliked if he cries in their arms.  Isn't that one of the worst feelings?  When you carry someone's baby and they start to cry?  Everyone likes to be loved. <3