Poor Lilah. What a rough night.

She’s started liking being naked and loves taking a bath. We’ve started bathing her every night because it is calming, and because she usually barfs enough during the day to warrant it. Last night our rhythm was off and she was naked for several minutes before getting in the tub. The whole time she was naked I knew the clock was ticking… any second I could be peed on! But she was either empty or held it in. She had a great bath, we wrapped her in her towel, Aaron dumped the bath water and I was carrying her to the changing table when she POOPED (not peed, pooped!) all over! And not just a little! Well, what will the parents do? We did what any lazy, burned out parents would have done. We held her over the sink and sprayed her off! Poor girl went from calm and happy to looking at us like we were crazy to crying the “what the fetch are you doing???” cry. But the fun didn’t end there. Oh no, she had pooped in her towel and our other towels were in the wash, so she got to be dried with a wash cloth instead of swaddled in something warm. If we thought the crying was bad when she was being sprayed… Well, then we booked it to the changing table and strapped on that diaper fast! No repeat performances, thankfully. Once she was wrapped in the teddy bear jammies and swaddled in her softest blanket, she felt much better. And so did we.

Oh sweet pea, where would we be without these evening adventures? I’m so glad you put the pizzaz in our lives!