Thursday, July 18, 2013

poop happens

Poop happens.
I suppose that means different things to different people at different times of life.
Can i tell you what it means to me today?
It means that holding and loving on my baby caused a wardrobe change right before it was time to leave for work. Pants AND shirt. And belt.
It means staring at said baby for 5 minutes trying to determine the correct 'approach' at cleaning her up.
It means that once i figured out which angle to take, she happily munched on a wipe (I'm just going to assume it was one of the clean ones) while simultaneously trying her hardest to stick her feet right into the middle of that ooey, gooey mess formerly known as a diaper.
It also means a feeling of great satisfaction once i actually completed the clean up process without the aid of a haz-mat suit (which, by the way, i think the hospital should provide post-delivery).
You know what else it means? She did it again when i picked her up after work.
I love being a mom, but sometimes poop happens.

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