last night Rob was playing with Ally. He told me she didn't smell so good. I told him to change her pants. About 20 minutes later, he told me she still smelled (screw grammer and spelling) bad. I told him he still hadn't changed her. About 20 minutes later, she came near me, and stunk to high heaven. I told her that Daddy really needed to talk on the phone that she had. So she smiled and went runnig full speed to him. She smashed the phone to his ear and sat on his chest. High. Right next to his chin. Near his nose. I laughed. a lot. He told me I was going to hell. After gasping for air. So he gave in and decided to change her. That's when it turned bad.
She had exploded out of her diaper and into her pants. Luckily, she was wearing pants under her dress. It was impossible to clean. Rob got a towel and we wrapped her up and carried her to the bath, where I sprayed her down with the handheld shower-head. Someday, I'm going to convince Rob that it's okay for him to change the baby without fighting me about it. Everytime I decide to hold my ground and make him do it, he argues with me so long, it becomes a mess.
Anyway, it was really funny to start with.
Posted by ktjrdn
at 11:03 CDT