May 22, 2010
Baby Swiss: (runs to me) poop. poop.
Me: (whispering) go upstairs and tell daddy.
Baby Swiss: (runs upstairs)
A few minutes later, I hear Mr. Mouse say, “Let’s go change your diaper.”
I felt simultaneously ashamed and proud.
Our rule around here is usually something to the effect of – if you smell it, you change it. (Strangely, Mr. Mouse’s nose is not so good all the time.)
We’ve come a long ways from the first few weeks where we fought over who got to change her diapers.