I just changed the poopiest diaper I've ever seen. Actually, the diaper wasn't bad, but I had to wipe poop off Brita's shoulders and armpits and everywhere between there and her bum. Nasty.
In other news, I still haven't cleaned up from FYFD. All I have to do is wash some forks, but that seems a little time intensive, don't you think?
Peter was supposed to have a job interview this morning but they never e-mailed him the details. The lady that was supposed to e-mail flew to Rexburg and was never heard from again. If she ever comes back she's supposed to call to reschedule.
Have I mentioned lately how cute Brita is? I love it when she raises her eyebrow. Maybe I'm just jealous that she's been able to do something from two days old that I've never been able to do. She also frowns really really deep. It's cute--she almost looks like a puppet when she does.
And I think that's all.
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I think she gets her frown from Grandma McNabb; I'll show you sometime...
You think that is nasty, a few weeks ago Elijah decided that what was in his diaper now should be art. Yes the car was his canvas and his poop was his pencel.
(scott)
I've never dealt with poop paintings, but the everywhere-on-the-baby-and-the-cleaner-thereof does have a very familiar ring.
Gross. :)
Sometimes I'm just really glad I'm not a mother. The less pleasant aspects are really not pleasant.
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