Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Making lemonade

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:

katelinklug said...

:) Nasty!!!

Samantha Kennicott said...

Oh no!! What a fun surprise for you! But I bet it's hard to be mad at someone who is so dang cute. :)

Michelle said...

wow. you definitely are more patient and willing to look on the bright side than I would be!!!

Liv said...

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.