We just finished a fun and relaxing bath with oil massages for the kids. Still in our birthday suits, the kids puttered around while I searched in the closet for a new pack of diapers.
Seconds later I turn around when Mia starts fussing. She’s grimacing and fishing in her mouth. Low and behold… a sizable turd on the ground with a little piece mushed into her book. Simon starts repeating, “Mia poo pooed on the floor. Don’t read that book – there’s poo poo on it. Mia ate her poo poo!” while I frantically power-washed her mouth and re-bathed her.
…just another mama getting through the day!