Interesting Wake Up This Morning

This morning I was in bed with the Look Alike and the Firecracker Princess (who, without fail, comes into my bed every morning after the Music Man leaves for work). I was in the dreamy place, snuggling with my girls when I heard the Chubby Cheeked Monster talking and singing in his crib. I love listening to his little guy thoughts, so I lay there for a few minutes as he attempted to sing his ABC's.

When he started to get louder, I decided to go check on him. I gingerly extricated myself from the girls and went to his room. At which point horror ensued. Normally when I come into his room in the morning, he gives me a huge smile as I say, "Good morning Sunshine Boy"! But this morning, something was different. He was curiously all the same color, when I distinctly remember him having on lime green pajama pants. And a diaper. And the pile of, oh goodness, no wonder the boy wasn't smiling. He thought his little life was over when mom discovered what he'd done.

I was calm because I was too tired not to be, but I was not happy. There was poop all over the crib, the boy, the bedding, and CCM's beloved doggie. I cleaned him up, stripped the bed, and turned the washer up to Scalding Burns, aka Hot. Yes, we have the water heater regulated to avoid burns, but I'm a serious wimp when it comes to hot water. The Music Man insists that my showers are "cold". There's a reason no one lests me do the dishes by hand, but I digress.

Anyhow, the boy knew he'd done something wrong when I snatched doggie out of his hands and prayerfully tossed him into the washer, hoping he'd make it through. Seriously, the boy loves that dog, I hope he comes out all right...