So this morning I needed to get ready for the day, so after Drake was fed, burped and cuddled, I put him in this cute little outfit and put him in his little chair to watch "Baby Einstein" while I got ready. He looks so cute, huh?
Well, he started to fuss (and luckily I had just finished getting ready), so I went to pick up my sweet son. He looked so happy to see me! So I bent down to unbuckly his safety straps and this is what I found.... Ahhhh!!!!!!!
How?? HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN????!!!!!
How does one even go about starting a task such as this? The only answer, the saving grace, the bathtub! :-)
So, after actually undressing him in the tub and removing 5 gallons of poop, he was a clean happy baby once again.
I thought it would be wise to document this "encounter" as proof that I really DO love my child when in 13 years he claims that I am a horrible mother and never do anything for him. Then, all I have to do is bust out these pictures and say, "No, dear, I really do love you, and here is proof why. I cleaned this up!". Lol. All in a days work, right?