The Bug was determined to derail the entire morning commute today. She took forever to eat her bottle, so we were running late before she was even dressed. I threw some clothes on her, and gave her to my husband to hold while I packed her bag for the day (bottles, formula, bibs, extra onesie, etc.). At which time she covered not only his shirt, but also his pants, with pungent used formula. By the time he'd changed all of his clothes, the bag was packed. And the Bug had created a poopie diaper to rival the best of them. She definitely inherited her father's comic timing.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
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