Yesterday was one of those wonderful Sundays that makes you wish it was always the weekend. We had a pretty good sleep, a warm and delicious breakfast and a long leisurely walk on a cool fall afternoon. We sipped on coffees, visited France’s cousin Jack’s beautiful new home, picked out houses we liked (with wrap around verandas and big bay windows) and picked up panzerottis for supper.
Maybe a little too perfect. Just as we were about to pay the friendly man behind the pizza place counter an unmistakable sound filled the room. I turned around to see a river of baby poop dripping from the baby, all over R, and all over the floor of the poor unsuspecting pizza place.
She’d been settled in her snuggli for the better part of the afternoon which, it seems, slowly compressed (and voided the absorbency of) her diaper. When it came it had no where to go but straight out.
Baths for everyone ensued.
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