On top of spaghetti, all covered in cheeeeeeese…

Don’t you just love it when you’re changing a diaper at 3 am and the little meatball poop falls out of the diaper while you’re disposing of it and rolls away? Of course you then have three options:

a) Feel around for it in the soft glow of the night light until you find/squish it;

b) Turn the overhead light on, which means you’ve now doubled the length of time it will take the little one to fall back asleep; or

c) Leave it, wherever it may be, until morning.

(It’s like an excerpt from the worst “Choose Your Own Adventure” book EVER.)

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If he wasn’t a baby, I would say he’s kind of a jerk…

Don’t you just love it when you’re trying to feed your baby and he:

a) grabs parts of your face and squeezes as hard as he can;

b) gives you a wet willy;

c) rips your glasses off your face and hits you with them. Repeatedly. While laughing.

I apologize to future schoolmates for somehow creating the playground bully.

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Maybe I can buy a potty that looks like an ExerSaucer…

Don’t you just love it when you’re halfway through changing a diaper when your little one remembers that he has feet and they are DELICIOUS!

om nom nom

om nom nom

Makes it a tad challenging to complete the task at hand. (Enjoy it while you can, kiddo – mommy can barely touch her toes.)

Speaking of diapers (and, by proxy, poop): My son has recently developed a fondness for pooping while in his exersaucer. He is in for a rude awakening when he learns that you don’t poop while standing in the real world.

Can you give me a sec, mom?

Can you give me a sec, mom?