Ever notice how many quaint little sayings there are about making lemonade or finding joy in trials? From now on, whenever the Schmoops opens Bug's door after a nap and immediately calls out for me, I am going to sneak out the back door. Since I didn't know that this time, I'm just trying to count my blessings.
I am grateful for this little peanut, for example.
Doesn't she just look so innocent? So perfectly incapable of causing havoc?
I am grateful for diapers.
I am grateful that Bug has strong, healthy legs. I am grateful she can jump and bounce and stand in her bed, the better to splatter with.
I am grateful for her nimble little fingers, skilled enough to undo onesie snaps and diaper tabs. I am grateful for her artistic sensibilities, with careful, deliberate poo placement ensuing that no crib bar was left out of Poo Party 2011.
Mostly, I am grateful for washing machines and hot showers. And oh, how grateful I am for Clorox wipes.
4 comments:
:) Nasty!!!
Oh no!! What a fun surprise for you! But I bet it's hard to be mad at someone who is so dang cute. :)
wow. you definitely are more patient and willing to look on the bright side than I would be!!!
HOW DID YOU HANDLE THIS? When you sent me that text I almost threw up just thinking about it.
You're such a good mommy.
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