And she can blame her brother entirely. It really was his fault, as much as a two week old can be faulted.
We were totally on time. Everything was going smoothly. We were going to get out the door and to school with more than enough time. But Cal needed a diaper change. He had pooped. And I decided to change him out of his sleeper because he had spit up in it. I saw that he hadnt peed in this diaper and weighing the odds that as soon as I took it off, he would, I left it in while I took off his sleeper and started to put on a clean onesie. Well, finally I had to take off the diaper and almost on cue he peed. So we had to change the onesie I had just put on him. But while I started that, he pooped on the table. While I was cleaning that up he spit up, a big one too. Then he pooped again on the table. While Ellie and I were laughing at the whole situation (poor Cal was crying and fussing) he peed one last time. It was quite humorous, as long as you have a sense of humor about changing diapers of infant boys. Ellie was very helpful grabbing towels and wipes and everything I needed to clean up. Finally we for him cleaned up, a new diaper on him, and a clean onesie. And we were out the door. Pfew.
Isn't he just so peaceful and cute??
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