Monday brought the new work week and in true dirty butt fashion, as we were heading out the door (me with baby on hip, diaper bag, bottle bag, my lunch bag, keys & cell phone in hand while trying to close the door) felt/heard a bomb exploding on my hip. Seriously? After I had loaded up everything in my arms and was rushing, while trying not to twist my ankle in my not-so-high heels. And then the smell hit me and I had to drop everything (excluding the baby) and hold him out at arms length to ensure that I didn't mess up my super cute silk shirt and black pants I had taken 20 minutes to pick out an hour and a half earlier. O.M.G. This one required a total wash down! So I had to take a deep breath and smile knowing that I was going to be late to work, and just make sure I didn't get anything on myself. Because then I would have had to spend another 20 minutes picking out clothes and then another 10 ironing, etc. etc. etc... Grandma has taught Deuce to scrunch up his nose and curl out his lips and make a pee yew sniffing sound so when he blew out his diaper and then did his sniffing thing I just had to stop, smile and make a mental note of how cute my little dude was, even with the rankest doo doo seeping through his clothes.
|"Yeah I did it, so what? Plus I wiggled one arm out of these stupid straps. What 'cha gonna do about it?"|
I made sure to pack plenty of extra clothes and when I picked him up Monday, sure enough, he had been changed. I honestly believe it's his teeth. This morning I checked his gums and there were two blister-like "bubbles" right in the middle of his bottom gum. Progress!!! They are going to pop through at any minute! Other than all of the super, dirty diapers they don't seem to be bothering him too much. Thank goodness!