Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Normally I would laugh about this on its own, but not today. My Wednesday has a Monday complex. I woke up this morning to find my daughter's poopy diaper in the crib next to her, with most of its contents smeared on Donald Duck. Later, while I was preparing her lunch, I found her sitting on the floor in the doorway to the pantry, with half a box of baking soda around her. So I put her in her high chair while I finished making lunch. Then I ate mine, then I got the camera, and finally the vacuum cleaner. I took pictures in the hope that maybe later I'll laugh about it. (And I have no doubt that I will. Later.) But here's the bigger problem: things happen in threes, right? So...poopy diaper, baking soda, what's next? She'll probably yank on the cat's tail while I'm not paying attention and get her dues from him. Oh yes, we're babysitting a cat for a month. My daughter likes to pull his ears and tail.