Just a quick little story for the books today-no pictures, sorry.
So, I went grocery shopping after work today, and when I arrived home, my hubby , while on the phone, came over to me and mouthed the words, "We need to talk." Uh. Oh. I figure those words are never good, especially when noting the seriousness of his voice and the look on his face. I continue bringing groceries in while he finishes his phone conversation, and all the time I am thinking, "what in the world happened? Did I forget to do something? Did something happen to one of our family members?" I racked my brain for what seemed like forever, until he gets off the phone. And then he comes in and relays this story:
This afternoon, Jaela laid down for her nap, no biggie. All was going well, until he heard her moving around making noise, and then crying a little. He goes in to find....Poop. On her Hands. Her Arms. Her Sheets. Luckily, NOT the walls or her crib rails, but close enough. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, our sweet, adorable, ladylike daughter discovered the poop in her diaper and decided that it must come out. I don't really know what to think of this ordeal, except for "I'm sooo glad I was at work for this one!" Needless to say, she was showered, and her bed sheets were stripped. But being the good mother that I am, I have decided to store this away for safe keeping so that we may tell her future boyfriend (who she won't be dating until shwe is 30) and embarrass her to pieces. :)
And speaking of sheets, she apparently believed that today was a good day to clean ALL the sheets as she spat up some of her supper on our comforter when playing on our bed this evening. I guess today was as good a day as any.
So, after reading this post, aren't you glad there weren't pictures? :)