Anderson has been one smiley little monkey today- see how refreshing a 6 hour stretch of sleep at night can be, A? I just finally caught one of his super adorable smiles on camera. After that sneeze was out of the way, of course. Just ignore the annoyingly high pitched baby talk going on in the background and focus on the baby, please.
And now: "disgusting mommyhood lesson #10: dispose of the stinkies properly". Mister Anderson has a knack for doing his...ahem..."big jobs" in the car- impeccable timing, dear boy. And I always end up changing him in the back of our SUV instead of using those bacteria-ridden changing stations inside of public restrooms- seriously- tell me the last time you saw a store employee in there scrubbing one down with sanitizer? Anyone? Bueller? That's right, never. They are NEVER cleaned. I gag. A's little patootie won't be going near one of those things- ever- if his super germaphobic mother has her way. Anyway, where was I? So Sunday, we changed a dirty diaper in the Petsmart parking lot, tied it in a bag, and left it in the car to remove when we got home. (Gross, right? But there were no garbage cans, and a litterbug, I'll never be. I don't mess with Texas, or any other state for that matter.) Except, when we got home, we had Petsmart bags and grocery bags and a stroller and a sleepy little bambino to haul inside. That dirty diaper in the bag was hidden underneath a blanket, forgotten. Fast forward a few days, and we're off to run an errand. I open the car door and get a whiff of what smells like a dead animal. An animal has died, in my car, and cooked in our 80+ degree garage for a day and a half. Further investigation proved a dead animal it was not, but that a stinky diaper is right up there on the list of atrocious smells. I'm hoping a few days with the windows rolled down will get the stench out of our poo-mobile.
Off to check on my pot roast. Yes, I'm making a pot roast. AND I showered today. I might even whip out the vacuum later. Just call me June Cleaver.