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.)
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.
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
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?