Fine. I attempted to knit and played Scrabble. Maybe not totally cool. But I wasn't covered in poop on any kind of a regular basis, so life has changed significantly.
Thursday I came home to my darling baby. I hugged her to calm her grumpiness. I gave her a bottle to calm her grumpiness. She smiled. She cooed. She sat on my lap and we read stories. When I began to stand up to change her diaper, I realized that I was somewhat... sticky.
Ellie was covered in poop. My purple dress was covered in poop. Ellie managed to poop through her clothes and through my clothes. My mother-in-law helped by gingerly carrying little miss poopy-pants upstairs and setting her in the (empty) baby bathtub, fully clothed. After I got rid of my own stinky dress, I stripped down the munchkin and filled the baby bath.
And she peed in it.
|(Ha, ha, ha, I pooped on Mommy!)|
|(Love for munchkin.)|
At least she's cute.
Have a wonderful weekend.