Sit back and let me tell you about the last 30 minutes of my life.
The baby kicked it off with a blow out in her diaper. As I carefully carried her to the changing table, cautious of getting the poop on my shirt, it started to seep through her pajamas. I laid her down and began to peel the poopy pj's off her body. After placing them in the sink to start soaking, I began to peel off the diaper which was loaded to the brim. Just as I did this two things happened. One: the baby threw the pacifier she was holding into the poopy diaper. Two: the dog, who was standing at my feet watching, threw up not once.... but twice. I don't know if it was the site/smell of the diaper that did it, but something caused her to lose her lunch at that very moment. Lovely.
Anyhoo, I spent the next 30 minutes wiping down the baby, sterilizing the pacifier, scrubbing the carpet (in two places), and scrubbing the PJ's by hand.
Jealous anyone?
2 comments:
Thats hot. Something similar like that happened with Paul this morning too!
oh yeah, sooo been there; done that!!! what fun you're having!
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