I met up with friends for drinks this eve. We promised ourselves we would be good and "only partially hit it" as we all have major stuff planned for the weekend. (I often find myself declaring life-changing epiphanies at 4am when I am with this bunch...) When I meet up with my friend, Lisa, we tend to laugh until we cry and also just plain ol' cry. It is always highly fun, though.
Worst Part of the Day-
Poopy:
1.) A bummer day on the Will-O front. It is safe to say that our well-intentioned amicable status was taking a day off.
2). (actual poopy) I ran upstairs for a minute and came down to find Liam on top of an end table in the living room. As I descended the stairs I saw that he had ripped off his diaper (this is happening a lot in our meek potty-training attempts) and was holding what looked like Morningstar Farm veggie sausage. (This won't be a good ad spot for those sausages--which I am addicted to...) Of course he had pooped on the table in my 2 minutes of non-observation and was getting a good close look at his output. Ahhh.
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