Apr 29, 2011

Good Morning Poop-tastrophe

This morning I heard a few noises. Mark jumped up to go check on Marky. I then hear the bathroom door close and the bathtub start. I got out of bed, went into the bathroom and Mark tells me what a poopy mess there is in Marky's room: all over his sheets, all over his crib, all over the changing station. And how it was all over his hands, his face and everywhere. Knowing that this had Mark freaked out, I said I would clean and disinfect Marky's room.

Upon arriving at the scene of the accident, I grab some disinfecting wipes, wipe the little poopy prints from the crib and run to get a camera. I was laughing because I was expecting a Stacy Pettersen-size poop-tastrophe and was looking for the artwork and poop painted nightmare. Three little round stains on the sheets. I'm pretty sure my husband thought it would kill us all. Off I went to grab my phone for pictures, but before I could return, Mark had already stripped the ridiculously soiled sheets out of the crib. It's sad that I laugh, I just know one day we will really see what a poop-tastrophe is...and I pray I can get a picture of my husband's shocked face. ;)

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Apr 25, 2011

Profile Shots

Well, here she is again. Still haven't actually seen her parts. But I have faith she is a SHE! And still no name. I thought I could at least share the most recent profile pictures. I think she looks like Cassie. ;)



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