Sunday, February 7, 2016

On My Hands

Rowen had a blow-out diaper this morning.  When I went to change it, I announced to Ryan (my husband), “I’ve got poop on my hands,” not actually meaning that I had poop on my hands, but that I simply had a messy diaper to deal with.  But then I looked down at my fingers, and sure enough, I actually did have poop...on my hands.  Oh, the joys of mommyhood.  ;)

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