So in the past week my darling baby boy has bitten my face while kissing me so hard it left marks-then cried about it, threw a major fit because he didn't get his way with something, refused to sleep one night and exhausted me to the point of tears where I needed to drop him off with Papa Jeff and Kat-Kat so that I could get some much needed uninterrupted sleep, learned to open the fridge and his YoBaby Yogurt cups(and throw the open cup at mommy while licking the yummy lid). All of that was fine, I had actually been prepared for some things like this. But what happened today I felt surely was premature. Flashback with me if you will to about 430 this afternoon:
I was sitting on the couch busily writing out our menu for the rest of the week, making plans for swimming and all sorts of wonderful stuff when I hear over the monitor, " Mama Mamaaaa". No crying or screaming, just two shouts for me. I jumped up really excited about how well he's been waking up lately, less and less with tears and more of just playing until he gets bored then yelling for us. I went in his room ready to praise him for being such a big boy and what did I find..
A big boy standing in his bed, holding his diaper out to me in one hand and the poop that once filled it in the other.
That's not supposed to be happening yet...
Not in my book anyway
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2 comments:
Heh, heh, heh...
Thankfully, this was one of those motherhood moments I got to skip! Caitlin never pulled off her diapers, or played in her poop. God must have known that would just be too much for me to handle!
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