It's Monday already = me tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiired.
It was a long weekend that flew by in a snap. Ridiculous.
Here's how it started this past Friday:
And it ended with my Lovie in this year's Halloween costume having an explosive poop while in the back seat of the car. We were driving from lunch to my dad's place when I said, "Smells like poop," to the husband. He concurred. When we got to my dad's place and the husband went to take Lovie out of our two week old Britax, he said, "Why is my hand wet?"
He pulls her out and her yellow and orange tights that came with the costume (and are now in the garbage) were green to the back of one of her knees. FUN!
Needless to say I won't be selling her costume. I guess that was her Trick for the day?