Not Going to be Mom of the Year

I fear that I have tramatized my daughter.

After our shower the other day, we both put on our bathrobes and I proceeded to get ready. Make-up, hair, lotion - all that womanly stuff. As I was almost finished getting ready, Jillian comes into the bathroom frantically spewing gibberish at me. My child was so upset she was shaking. Trying to interpret what the poor little monkey was saying to me, I obviously was not hitting the mark with "Movie?" "Brush your Teeth?" or "What J?!?!" I finally got the hint with the pointing and the gibberish and looked into the dining room.

I spotted what caused so much drama. There was poop on the floor.

Yes, I did not diaper Jillian after our shower. She pooped earlier in the day and is a once a day pooper. I thought she was done for the day. Guess not. We immediately washed our hands (did not know if it was played with or not.) and picked up the poo. I told her we should probably put a diapee on and she frantically nodded YES.

In Deuce news, we have an ultrasound on Tuesday to check the size of the babe. Andy will not be attending, but my mother will. It is a quickie peek and I highly doubt the baby is ginormous. I think I have a lot of amniotic fluid, but we'll see.

Happy Thursday! Survivor, CSI and Grey's tonight. *sigh* Fabulous.

posted by Stephanie @ 8:49:00 AM