My kids usually do amazingly well at staying out of trouble while I'm in the shower. There is the occasional hurt feelings or fight over a toy, but for the most part, we get through that 10-15 minutes without incident. . . . Well, not so much today.
Toward the end of my shower, I could hear my little Brianna crying outside the door. I told her I would just be a minute, and continued to rinse, etc. She is not one to just cry and cry, so when there was no sign of her calming down, I got a bit worried. I hurried and finished, dried off, threw the towel around me and opened the door to find: Brianna standing near her diaper, in a puddle, with poop all down her legs. She immediately stopped crying and said, "I oh", which in Brianna-ese means "shower, please".
Well I bathed her for the second time, and put her down for her nap. While I was busy drying my hair, Ben appears at my door. Naked from the waist down, and holding his underwear out with two fingers, he announces, "I had a juicy toot." Indeed he had.
Eye, yi, yi, here's to hoping that your day wasn't quite as "poopy" as mine!!
Family pic 2020
2 months ago
