Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Why I Won't be Made Mother of the Year
Toothsome #4 is a wild baby. We love her and her wildness and are thrilled that she is so precocious but sometimes, it has its drawbacks. Every morning, she takes a shower with me so I can keep an eye on her. However, she recently has figured out how to climb out of the shower by herself, always waiting until I am rinsing my hair and my eyes are closed to make her escape. Today was no exception, and when I got out of the shower, I noticed a very distinctive smell. Poo smell. She obviously had let one drop somewhere in the house and I needed to find it.
After walking down the hall, down the stairs, into the kitchen and then my great room, I still couldn't find it. Then, I saw toothsome #4 with her back turned to me. She turned around and guess what should I see? A face, hands and mouth covered in baby feces. And yes, she had some in her mouth as well. She has always been a great eater and I guess her tastes just aren't that discriminating. No, I won't be Mother of the Year any time soon.