It's a good thing I love you Babybear!

because I don't know that many people who'd take kindly to being pooped on and then less than 5 minutes later being peed on. (There's been a lot of laundry today!) Diapers can contain a lot, but when a toddling 11 month old plomps down on her booty with enough force to bother the downstairs neighbors, well, even the best diaper is going to struggle with that one.

Mistake #1. I picked her up. (I wanted to get a mat under her) Poop down my arm. Delightful.

Mistake #2. I didn't immediately re-diaper her. I let her walk away while I washed the poop off myself. She went and bumped her head on the coffee table. I picked her up. What did she do? She peed on me. Thanks Babybear.

Such is the life of a mother. No matter how many times you poop on me or decide that I need peed on, I will always love you. Of course if you decide I need peed on when you're 15 we're going to have some serious words.