I'm the master of one-handing tasks, though. I spent 2.5 hours in our church's office labeling offering envelopes...with one hand...while cradling a half-sleeping baby.
I rock.
So, what's wrong with Peanut, you ask? Well, I don't know.
Caution: if you're squeamish when it comes to reading about baby poo, turn away now...
She's not really sick (no fever, no cough, no sneezing...), but I can safely guess she has pooped her weight over the last 24 hours. I'm thinking it might be because she's teething...I hope. I hope this is not a precursor to some strange stomach flu. Fortunately, she didn't have any *ahem* issues while we were at church (thank goodness!).
As I wrote that last sentence, I heard a loud, ominous rumble from Peanut's diaper. I now have a few more items to throw in the washer, including a futon cover...
But she's as happy as can be...so I'm stumped.
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My darling, wonderful husband just came home and said, "I'm taking Peanut with me for an hour. Go have some 'you' time."
I spent a good portion of my day elbow-deep in poopy diapers and I hear this right when he gets home from work.
I think it's time for a long, hot bath.
Have I mentioned how much I love this man?
