My kid is walking around the living room with her “play remote” (an old remote with no batteries that her Grandpa gave her), singing into it like a microphone. Oh and by singing I mean, babbling the most beautiful babble sounds you’ve ever heard in your life, hee hee.

I need to change her diaper. I can smell the pee!! Since we used cloth diapers, we sometimes get a strong ammonia stench coming from her diapers if she has been in it for 12+ hours. Why am I writing her instead of being a good Mother and changing her diaper? Because changing a diaper in this house has become a true EPIC battle. There is a lot of back arching, head throwing, crying, screaming, yelling, wiggling, rolling over and attempted getaways. You see, having your diaper changed is a VERY torturous and painful process!! Poor little babe.

I’m going to go ahead and cross my fingers now that this next Pumkin doesn’t mind much to have his/her diaper changed. Actually, I am going to take it a step forward and cross my fingers that he/she LOVES MORE THAN ANYTHING to have a diaper changed!