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Welp, today was fairly standard.

Addison took her evening bath.

And pooped the tub.

Actually, that was a first.

Fortunately, we bathe her in a smaller tub, contained within our larger tub, so James was able to dump the floating terds into the toilet. No scoopage required.

You gotta appreciate the little things.

While James was on poop patrol, I was charged with getting Sunny into her PJs. However, James and I didn’t realize her cloth diaper supply was low, so we had no clean diapers on hand. I figured that since she had just shit in the bath, there was little concern of a comparable incident on the oriental rugs my mother had bequeathed to her granddaughter’s nursery. Because poo on an oriental? The issue is not so much that it is antique (the rug that is), but that it BLENDS.

Camoflauge poo. A dangerous sort.

I let Addison crawl around nekkid while I dug through my 18,000 diapers bags (my mother’s doing), in desperate search for a spare diaper.

While I was searching, BUT OF COURSE!, Addison peed (despite my optimistic thinking to the contrary) and Hanna enthusiastically lapped it up off the hardwood floor.

I should be grateful that she hit the hardwood instead of the rug.

Again, the little things.

My favorite moment was when James entered the nursery and is all, Haven’t you already written this post?

Dude, welcome to our LIFE.

Needless to say, right now Sunny is in a pair of woolies (i.e. wool sweater shorts) with a bunch of cloth wipes shoved inside in the hopes that that’ll get her through the night, because the diapers won’t be done with their 8 bazillion wash and dry cycles for another century.

In this case, a century implies two hours. Obviously.

In the meantime, why don’t y’all head on over to Monster Bites and nab a free download of that song I referred to the other day in my angsty, covered-in-lies, I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS moment. You’ll be grateful you did.

Good thing her daddy loves her so or she’d be shit in the tub.