This morning, Bryce and I stayed in bed for a good half hour after we heard Trevin wake up (seriously, that half hour felt oh.so.necessary after spending the last two hours of the night trying to soothe a cranky Tyson).
By 8:30, Bryce decided to go get T out of his crib...only to find him standing nearly naked in his crib, pajamas around his ankles and his diaper still on (thankfully), yet filled to the brim with poop (and I mean to.the.brim). So much that there was poop up his back, on his hands and legs, and on his sheets. Shortly after I hear all of this occurring over the monitor, I see a little naked Trevin walking past our bedroom door, following daddy into the bathroom to take a bath.
I guess that's the price we pay for an extra half hour...
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3 comments:
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, I remember those days! How nice that daddy got that one! :)
Oh poo.
This has inspired me to wait until Tabitha is potty trained before having another baby. :)
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