Your daughter calling from her room, "Mama, where are you Mamaaaaaaa?"
As you blindly walk, half-asleep, into her room, you are greeted by her smiling, COMPLETELY NAKED self and a poop diaper sitting next to her half folded.
You know this doesn't bode well for the state of her crib or herself. Peering in closer you see that she has at some point put her poopy butt on her white pillow and baby blue sheets, and she is clutching her favorite bear and blanket.
After Daddy cleans her hiney you put a shirt on her and let her loose. About five minutes later you realize the house is a little cold and she needs something on her legs. When lifting her leg to put it in her jammie shorts you notice that, yes, she has been running around the house for the last five minutes with dried poop on her feet, so she gets tossed in the tub for a quick soap down.
It can only get better from here, people.
P.S.: That is chocolate chip muffin on her chin, not poop :)
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you should have left off the post script and let people wonder : )
poop or no poop, she's still my precious, favorite livers.
so i see from that last shot that you've moved on from coffee to get your eyes open in the a.m.!... i don't blame you.
Oh Lindsay I wouldn't have known where to start! Lucky Daddy was there to help and share the task!!!
Lindsay
argh - love her look in the chair though
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