Lately it seems my life is all about poop. Not my poop, mind you. But when you have two kids in diapers, and one whom it sometimes seems like she should be, well, you deal with a lot of poop on a daily basis.
Today was just your average run of the mill type of day. Sareny went #2, then proceeded to climb up onto the bathroom counter to talk to herself in the mirror and made a big smear all over. Kind of makes me thankful that I was a day late on my cleaning schedule, since yesterday was bathroom cleaning day.
Isaac, bless his little heart, is just an extremely "regular" little boy who goes three times a day. In a diaper. That sometimes leaks all over.
And Finley just accomplished the biggest blowout I have ever seen in my entire life. When I picked her up, I figured I must have forgotten to put a diaper on her since there was poop all over her and the swing. (And yes Johnny, it was even worse than the legendary bumbo incident.)
So I go from one stinkin' mess to another, occasionally getting a little frustrated. And then I look into their little faces. And fall in love.
Ask Sareny to pose and you get this.
Ask Isaac to pose and you get this.