Sunday, March 1, 2009
Yea... that's what you think it is. It's sweet potatoes... after processing.
I woke up this morning to Niko talking in his crib - nothing special. I walked in and smelled poopie - once again not uncommon. Then I saw a stain on his bed. I honestly thought he had spit up in the night since it was an orange color. Then I rolled him over and saw the devastation that was his nightgown and bed.
Nasty. Motherhood is very... moist.