So I've been through, like, four shirts today. Or I should say that Lisabeth has been through four shirts for me. The typical culprits: spit-up, pee, poop. But by the time I had my fourth shirt on and it was pooped on yet again, I found myself thinking: "Well, it's just a little poop. Maybe if I just take a rag....wow, wow, wait. It's poop Julie! Poop!" Sigh. So I went and changed my shirt. Who would have thought I would be rationalizing poop away just a few short months ago...
Huggies, we will use no more. You are dead to us.
Meanwhile, I had a Harry Potter Party at my house last week. It was rockin' awesome. We had a sorting, a trivia quidditch game, lots of Harry Potter foods, and dressing up. I was Prof. Trelawney for those who are wondering and Lissie is Hedwig. It's the best I could do for her.
Yes, I am that much of a nerd. But at least I am a happy nerd!