Friday at work I finally had enough.
Friday @ 1pm:
Me: "Hello. Do you have any appointments available right now?"
Receptionist: "How fast can you get here?"
Me: "15 minutes."
Receptionist: "How about 1:30?"
Me: "I'll be there!"
I did a quick search on the internet and printed out this
image, jumped in the car and about an hour later I came back to work.
Here's the before and after:
I didn't even tell Tom I was doing it! I expected a huge reaction when I got home.
It was less than satisfying since he didn't really notice at first.
But to be fair, Tom had just had the lovely experience of having the girls removing their diapers and decorating their cribs and bodies with the results. This was the fourth time. Luckily so far it's only been Gabi who has been playing with the poo. Lily has been limited to puddles fortunately. But still, this is a giant mess. Twice the cribs, twice the bodies, twice the mess to clean up.
Because as we all should recall,
we've been here before.
(In searching for that post I found I have way too many posts about poop on this blog by the way.)
The thing that finally worked for Nick though was moving him out of his crib. We had been hoping to put that off for a while with the girls, but now that we're having so much trouble with this we figured it was time to bite the bullet and do something about it.
Voila. Our Friday night (Lily's on the left):
3 comments:
Really love your new haircut!
xxoo:)
You are beautiful!
Being a pooh artist must be genetic. Remember the story of when we were little? You were the artist and I got the credit for it (and the spanking)...lol.
Miss you guys!
No, Liz! Angie used red crayon down a newly painted hallway the time you remembered. Another time and place--yes, the genetic pooh artist strikes again--oh, no! :)you, Liz, were a newborn then and your sister,Angie, was almost two.
Aw Memories' xxoo:)
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