An Early Morning

The other day a lady at church asked me if our daughter was a "good baby." I'm not exactly sure what she meant by that, but I told her that I thought she was. After this morning, the term "good baby" may be up for debate.

Little Girl woke up this morning at 6am for a feeding, and after she was done eating, B got up to change her diaper. Just as he was about to put her new diaper on, I heard a noise and a yell from B. Even in the faint light of the nightlight, I could see what had happened. The white door to our bedroom that was four feet away from the changing table had been attacked with projectile poo from Little Girl. (The white door and everything else in between the door and Little Girl, that is.)

After the horror of the situation wore off, B and I burst out laughing. I offered to take a picture for the blog, but we decided that that was just too gross. Instead, we cleaned Little Girl and the room up, and then we all got ready, and picked up breakfast at Hardee's, and surprised the grandparents with an early morning visit.

So...next time someone asks me if Little Girl is a "good baby," I think that I will tell them that she is a "funny baby." :)