so this morning i'm being super mom and making lunches and breakfasts for both of us...all the while entertaining my babe and keeping her mouth full of little treats. i finally get it all done and i have her "white and yellow" egg on her plate and my toasted english muffin on my plate and my hot tea in hand...headed over to the table with it all and get her up in her chair when she says...
come on, guess...you know what comes next...
"mommy, my got poop."
sigh...there's my tea...right there...double sigh..........
ok let's go...sprint down the hall, change the gross mushy shit lickety split (maybe those words shouldn't be written together but it's a phrase we use so too bad) and race back to the table before it all gets cold...
but who really wants to touch their english muffin with the same hands that just changed a poop diaper even if you washed twice???????
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How often has that happened now? My poor baby (that's you, silly girl!). She'll be trained soon, remember!! Love you...Mom
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