It was one of those mornings. The sun was streaming in, gleaming really, from the clean, fresh snow outside. We didn't have anywhere to go. Our bed was warm and comfy. Carter had woken up, so I went and brought him in between me and Claudy where we could just stare at and enjoy our little boy. It almost seemed magical. In fact, I thought I could almost here this song playing in the background.
That was until, I went to move Carter and my hand felt wet. Yep. Someone pooed the bed. Cut music.
Oh well...it makes for a funny memory. And that's life right? Finding the beautiful moments, between the time when crap hits the fan/bed?
2 comments:
Ba ha ha ha ha! That just made my day! Sorry you had to clean that up, though!
Haha -- is it an appropriate response for me to laugh?? :)
I could totally hear the record player scratch sound effect in my head as I read this. I remember doing the same with Carson, though I can't say I ever had a poopy diaper (that I can remember) messing up the bed.
It just makes for a fonder memory. :)
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