Let me just tell you about my evening so far. At exactly one hour ago I left work with my baby girl in tow. She had painted in class today, come to find out it is her favorite thing to do in class. That also led to green and orange paint caked in her hair. I then take my sweet baby girl over to the farmers market, which is in the parking lot at work. Isla runs to the booth that has raspberries grabs some and starts stuffing her face, obviously they havent been bought yet. I look away to pay for one second, I look back down and it looks as if she has smashed raspberries all over her cheeks and mouth rather then eat them. She continues to do this and we reach a stand with strawberries and the container of raspberries I just bought ends up on the ground. We go home. I start making dinner. She takes off her diaper.. For whatever reason. 10 minutes later I hear her causing a ruckus.. So I check on her... She has proceeded to poop man size poop in my vent. Underneath the dining room table. Fine. I grab something to clean it up with. Oh no. Hans beat me to it. He ate her poop. Then I find Isla. Find a diaper stick it on her. I wish it was over. Then I take her into the bathroom to wash her hands... And I step on something. While I was trying to catch the dog and wipe up her poop mess, she had gone into the bathroom and tried cleaning herself. To no avail. I stepped in poop. And the clothes in the bathroom were somehow covered in it as well. So I then start a load of laundry while my Brussels sprouts are burning... Sigh... I am happy to see her playing in the sink getting water everywhere.. For the first time ever.
Posted on: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 01:15:42 +0000
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