Yesterday while at work I received a call from the daycare informing me that Will had a blowout and didn't have any clean clothes. Instead of running home, I went across the street to the baby consignment shop and bought him a few things. When I got back to the daycare I found my poor poopy baby wrapped in a pink blanket wearing a hat. The hat was the only thing that I had in the diaper bag. Further evidence of my superior mothering skills.
Later that same evening I was shamed once again, this time by my elder children's behavior. We all know that a child's language and behavior is directly related to parenting. Great. Allow me to set the scene. Finn and Sam were taking a long bath in my bathroom. I was in my adjoining bedroom feeding Will. After Will was satisfied, I went back into the bathroom to check on the boys. As I entered the bathroom, to my horror, I heard Sam politely ask the following: "Finn, split water into my booty." I give up.
We finally dug around and found Will a teething ring. Well, I think this is a teething ring. Either way, it works like a charm.