I was vacuuming the upstairs earlier this afternoon (so I didn't hear the kids downstairs) when I hear a faint-- Mommyyy... mommmyyy.... coming up the stairs.
I keep vacuuming.
Mommyyy...mommyyy... goot (code word for 'look').
I turn the vaccuum off and head into the hallway and Riley has walked up the stairs. In her hand is her diaper. Full of poop.
She says to me: Mommy - goot - duke.
I swear to you- my daughter said "duke." So gross.
I grabbed the diaper out of her hands and grabbed her hand w/ my free hand and promptly dragged her into her room so I could clean her up. Lucky for me she didn't get any poop anywhere, it was just on her bottom. What a piece of work.
But- how can you resist not loving her to pieces- she's just so damn cute. (See pic).
And here's Jack- exercise shorts and all (his latest obsession).
And- for good measure- this is what Riley is doing right now, as I type. Passed out on the chair. If she falls asleep in the car she will transfer to the chair when we get home (not her bed) and snooze away. Of course this only happens if she gets a few minutes in the car- too much sleep in the car = no transfer.
Until next time...
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