Nonsense Poopy Pants!

Before I jump into this enthralling, harrowing, and hero-building story, I will warn you: It involves poop. Lots and lots of poop. There will be other stuff too, so don’t leave. Stay. STAY! I said STAY HERE! That being said, time to dive right in.

As the parent of a baby, certain things are inevitable – crying, sleepless nights, throwing up, poopy pants – but enough about me! Joking aside (which clearly is something I know nothing about), you know when you become a parent to expect messes everywhere, anywhere, at any time, day or night. Babies don’t know they shouldn’t spit up all over your suit before a wedding, they don’t know they aren’t supposed to poop through their clothes. And why would they, THEY’RE BABIES! Needless to say, I’ve grown very accustom to quick wardrobe changes for Sophia when we are out in public thanks to those messes. At home, it isn’t nearly as difficult to get those messes and wardrobe changes taken care of quickly. This story involves just such a public mess and wardrobe change, unfortunately, Sophia wasn’t the only one in need of new clothes.

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Up, Up and AWAY!

It’s really hard to believe that Sophia just hit 8-months last week. Time has been flying by since she was born. It’s amazing to see her learning new things every day and then applying them, over and over and over. First with rolling over for the first time, beginning to pick things up and play with toys and of course, crawling. I knew once she started crawling that everything would be different. No more leaving her on the floor in the living room while I ran into the kitchen for a drink. Now if I do that, she scoots to the other side of the room or chases me down in the kitchen in about 2.3 seconds.

I was expecting her to crawl for a while before she started trying to stand or walk. Boy was I in for a surprise! After crawling for only a week or two, Sophia dropped a bomb on me while I was home and Sarah was at work. I had laid her down in her pack and play to let her play with her toys while I did some things on the computer. Not even two minutes later, I look up and see her little, tiny head popping up over the railing to her pack and play. There she was, holding on tight to the railing, while struggling to pull herself to her feet. The stand only last a few seconds, but I couldn’t have been more shocked! Continue reading