You know, there is nothing like the feeling you get when your child has (almost) slept through the night. You walk into her room to wake her up, gently nudging her awake. She stirs, looks up and smiles like she's seeing you for the first time. She's smiling so wide she can't open her eyes. She starts to squirm, trying to get to your open arms, and she rolls over ...
... to reveal that she has crapped her pants in the night and it has leaked out of every side of her diaper. She's been sleeping in a puddle of her own filth for hours.
Yet she's still happy. And damn cute.
I think there's something wrong with my child. I think she's a morning person.
Kaylee today: Filthy
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That was one thing Bailey never did. She peed through the diaper in the night but not pooped. She waited until during the day to do that.
Like father, like daughter...
Finally, a morning child...
You know... you make it sound like you've never woken up in a pile of your own poo.
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