The Moment I Realized She Had Learned How to Take Off Her Diaper
One day I went in to get her up from her nap and go to work. She was already awake…standing up…smiling like the Chesire Cat…covered in poop.
That’s the moment: The Moment I Realized She Had Learned How to Take Off Her Diaper.
Of course it was not a wet diaper that brought on the realization. Of course it was not a cute little newborn diaper (you’ve heard those are cute, right?) No, it was a big, stinky poop.
And wow was she artistically inclined in that Moment. The poop was smeared all over her and all over her Pack ‘n Play.
If camera phones were invented back then, I didn’t have one. I wish I had a picture, but instead, I used the old flip phone to quickly call the mother of my little charges and tell her I would not be there to meet the kids off the bus.
Instead, the Moment had come for massive clean-up.
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My dear friend was watching my two year old for me one day. When my friend went in to her nice, clean, orderly husband's den where my little #5 was sleeping she was surprised to see #5 was NOT asleep!! Instead the drapes, the crib, the walls, the picture on the wall and of course darling little #5 were all covered in poop….yes, that was the dreaded day I realized she had learned how to take her diaper off!!