Poop. Everywhere. That's all I have to say.
OK, there's more: I am officially the worst mother ever. Here's the deets: I have been frantically trying to clean the house all day because my MIL is coming to visit this weekend, and, well...yeah. I am a procrastinator. Anyhow, I had Kendall in her Baby Bjorn and was leaning over trying to grab the toilet bowl swizzle stick and I heard a loud, "THUD." Then, "WhaaaAAHHHHH!!"
Yes, I had actually banged my precious, innocent baby girl's head on the wall. Now, she is ok. I, however, am permanently scarred!! I am now refusing to clean the rest of the house. Yes, I have managed to skirt the blame for the incident by making it the fault of my dirty house. Darn house- if you were clean then I wouldn't have had to clean you, and then poor Kendall's head would be without ugly raised bump!! That's it- I refuse to clean you anymore!
Well, I guess it was nothing that a good old fashioned poop couldn't fix! Right now I am doing a loud of laundry consisting of 1) her onesie, 2) the vibrating chair cover, and 3) the changing table cover. Go, Kendall! Maybe that is her way of getting back at me?! Kendall-it's not Mommy's fault! It was the dirty house, I tell you!