Why must Parker have an "assplosion" every time I put one of my favorite outfits on him? Is he trying to tell me something?

Parker: "Momma, your style choices really suck. I don't want to wear anymore monkeys. I don't care for the color brown and I don't like stripes. Please can you take a hint?"

:sigh:

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So the Hubby is in the middle of changing Parker's diaper when he and I start to discuss the necessity of the all important butt cream. (It has been explained to me by the Hubby that he is incapable of multi-tasking.) So while having this very important conversation over the said butt cream, Hubby has Parker's legs in the air but has ceased in the middle of the diaper changing process when all of a sudden Parker starts flailing about and crying.

We of course immediately look to see what the problem is...

he is peeing in his own eye...

We being the good parents that we are, bust out laughing uncontrollably while trying to catch the stream.

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So the other night I took a bottle of breast milk from the fridge and was in the process of mixing it back up when I basically chucked it onto the floor. The top shatters and about two ounces spill everywhere.

Crap. Not only have I wasted perfectly good milk, I have trashed my kitchen.

Que the dog... My 12lb Shih Tzu of course comes running over to clean up the newest mess I have made.

::mouth gapes open as she starts lapping it up::

"Really? ick"

(I then quickly threw down a towel as the Hubby is rolling after watching the whole thing)

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