Dirty diaper dancing
Now that I am not working, you'd think I would have more time for blogging. You would be correct. But of course, that would mean I would need motivation for blogging. And that, I do not have.
But, for you all, I will suck it up. I will find something to talk about. I will satisfy the readers and be witty and insightful and bring meaning to everyone's lives.
Or, I could just talk about poop.
Today, I was getting ready to take Jack to Kindermusik and was busy tying my shoes for, you know, 30 SECONDS, when Jack toddles off to his bedroom. The gate was closed, the doors to the office and bathroom were closed, I figured it was fine.
Within 10 seconds, I see him running out of his room with something in his hand.
"Hmmm," I think to myself, "That looks an awful lot like a diaper."
Ah, yeah. That WAS a diaper. The dirty one from this morning.
As I lunge for it, he of course spins on his heel and runs from me, holding it closer to his body. And laughing hysterically. As I am chasing him saying, "Yucky! That's yucky! Give that to Mommy!"
I finally get it away from him and go to not only put it in back in the diaper pail, but to pick up the wipes he has scattered around the room as well. After washing his hands, (have you ever tried to wash a toddler's hands? It's like herding cats) we finally got ready and out the door.
So if you thought you had a rough day at work, all this happened before 9:15 a.m. at my house. And yes, it was the most exciting part of the day.