It was a miracle. We arrived to church on time. We even got to sit in the soft seats. That never happens. I had forgotten how much better sacrament meeting is when your butt isn't numb from the hard chairs in the way back.
We sit down and let Bailey play in her car seat with her chains. She loves her toys. Then we get bored so we decide to pull her out. Sam hands her over to me and whispers...
"Terri, her bum felt a little wet. You should check her diaper." At this moment I feel a lot of wetness on my hand, look, and see mustard all over her back side. So much for being on time. I rush her out and make Sam come with me as we strip the baby down, clean her up, and replace her adorable purple dress with the only thing I had in the diaper bag. Then I accuse Sam of handing me the poopy baby after he realized she had the blow out. He still denies it, but I don't believe him. We always fight over who gets to hold her at church and that hand over was too easy of a win.
She would think pooping on everything at church was funny. She probably did it on purpose because another baby had the same exact outfit on as her. What are the odds? I guess pretty high in Utah. Another load of laundry, here we come.
It is a very good thing it is impossible to stay frustrated at that perfect little face.
Or maybe she is thinking about how mean it was for Daddy Sam to scare her with the big air mattress pump.
Sam would argue she gets that from me since he only gets about a fourth of our king size bed (and his single pillow will sometimes fall on the floor for lack of space).
...but how could I not. They make me laugh every time I look at them.
And to think, I didn't even set her up like this. She just found this position all by herself.
Which probably means we have a super model in the making.
It was a miracle. We arrived to church on time. We even got to sit in the soft seats. That never happens. I had forgotten how much better sacrament meeting is when your butt isn't numb from the hard chairs in the way back.
"Terri, her bum felt a little wet. You should check her diaper." At this moment I feel a lot of wetness on my hand, look, and see mustard all over her back side. So much for being on time. I rush her out and make Sam come with me as we strip the baby down, clean her up, and replace her adorable purple dress with the only thing I had in the diaper bag. Then I accuse Sam of handing me the poopy baby after he realized she had the blow out. He still denies it, but I don't believe him. We always fight over who gets to hold her at church and that hand over was too easy of a win.
She would think pooping on everything at church was funny. She probably did it on purpose because another baby had the same exact outfit on as her. What are the odds? I guess pretty high in Utah. Another load of laundry, here we come.
You tube Disney songs and let her watch them...
I am in love with those chubby cheeks.
