Well, remember yesterday when I said I'd try to be back for a lighthearted story, possibly about poop or something? I guess my middle child was listening, bless her heart, because at the very moment I was posting yesterday's blog she was in the other room working on material for today.
I posted my blog, and then went into the living room to check on her. Here she is:
You probably can't tell (I never professed to be a fabulous photographer), but she has a wipey in her hand. And a small stain on her shirt, near her hands. Guess what she's wiping? POOP. Actually, diarrhea. She had apparently been digging in her diaper the whole time I was in here because her hands were covered. And then she got a wipe to clean it. God love her. I can just hear her little thoughts..."Mommy is so happy doing her blog, I gotta give her something good to write about...so I'll just dig in here for a bit and make a funny, cute mess." Mess, yes. Funny, not so much. Cute, always.