...we found Odin like this.
naked.
smiling.
naked, like no diaper.
doing his surprised/gasp, "oh" face.
nacked.
pointing.
At some point this morning he stripped down, took off his diaper (this is a first) and got his white sheets artistically streaked with poop. It was pretty awesome that he accomplished all of this. Now, I know why he was being so quiet. Oh, my little boy!
* I was so glad Zack was home. He bathed him and I cleaned up the mess, which wasn't bad, considering. We all managed to laugh about it (behind Odin's back, of course) and continue on with a great day. Is this what its like, motherhood?
// Okay, I can do this... I keep having to tell my self that.
Oh no! This is my current great fear of parenthood--finding a naked baby and a poopy crib in the morning. I feel like it's just bound to happen at some point, and there's not much we can do but secretly laugh! Good for you. :)
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