WARNING, LOTS OF #2 TALK
(the end is funny though)
I’ve tried not to talk about Emma’s #2 issues too much just because I know no one wants to hear anything about that. I’m still having to give her medicine and she does it in the right place about 10% of the time. It’s bad. And that’s another reason I’m glad she’s not going to school this year. Anyway, the other morning Emma had woken up before me and apparently decided she would “go” in her pull up while she sat and read a book in the middle of her bedroom floor. I’m still sleeping and she comes with her pajamas up in her hand and says Moom-my, come hee–rre, I have me-ess. Oh boy, I realize immediately that that’s not good. I jump out of bed and walk in to find that the medicine has worked a little too well and the pull-up didn’t hold it all. So within 30 seconds of being woken up, I’m cleaning Emma from head to toe almost literally and then have to clean the carpet.
People, this is what is refered to as…a crappy morning.